Текст песни Бадун - Староверы

On a white shirt girl embroiders,
I was going to look for his formidable loyalty.
Conservatives cut the wood for the salvation of the tribe,
Leaving the stumps and the road to heaven

The huge wings of the death of flies around the world,
blurs the faces, hands behind his back yoke.
black conservatives lost coin,
lost word, the image broken.

hand for hand went spit flew,
I raced river water, soak time,
Glass nights hammering someone tears.
word for word, the leg does not hit the stirrup

North winds driving the barrels so do not bend
frozen hands, axes tupyatsya.
Believers dance and clothes torn,
White Siberia nowhere to go.

chorus

Painted windows slanting trunks yes,
the old foundations, the eternal freedom.
true conservatives and still roam
barefoot in the snow in search of someone that.

Chorus

shirt on white girl embroiders,
I have to look for his loyalty difficult. Believers chop wood for the salvation of the tribe,
leaving the stumps and the road to heaven.