Текст песни Борис Кинер и Михаил Цитриняк - Горный приют

Poems by Mikhail Kiner

Don-don-don-don -
The copper mouth of an ancient tower.
House, abandoned house ...
Whose are you, whose, but not ours? -
The mountain echoes hollowly into the darkness.
How to answer him?
I was, I was, but I left ...

Our garden is rich
Wake up leaf, bunches are sweet.
Sunset is close
Get off your horse, drop the reins.
They will meet you as a leader -
full of fur ...
And in response - the sound of rain
I was, I was, but I left ...

Whose, whose are you, whose? -
Weaves a guttural ringing stream
Days and nights
The guide is a strange companion.
But there is wine - drink
not a hindrance on the way ...
And in response, everything is one -
Was, was, but left ...

In that, apparently, in that
There is a secret of higher power -
Home ... abandoned home
But the earth is still breathing.
Where would not saddle
You are the ridges of mountain rivers
But it's time to go home
I was, I was, but I left ...

Don-don-don-don ...
Don-don-don-don ...