Текст песни Барашков Лев - Заварен круто дымный чай

Cool smoky brew tea,
Sparks fly a swarm of light .
- My dear, do not be sad -
whistling in the fire damp pine needles .

You know there is not anything ,
Blame , perhaps, of treason ,
Here Path nomadic
Tired deer wander .

Here the hill hang in the air ,
At times hidden in the fog ,
Of the women - at fifty miles -
Only you have the card in your pocket .

And that night , and smoky tea,
And with charred cedar bark .
- My dear, do not be sad -
Whistles in the fire damp pine needles .