Текст песни Чёрный Лукич - От окраины заставы

From the edge of the outpost to the nearest village
You do not spent , you do not finished .
I almost got lost , I could barely find the trail ,
Snowfall and washed obsohnul the wind.

Without habits to cold. bread - soaked grits .
I travel the yard in anticipation of the heat .

Somewhere shadowy boss, somewhere good widow
From gate to gate , to the outskirts of the village .
Again, yes blizzard field , and again prickly snow
Where are you brothers , where you are a friend where you are joyous daybreak ?

Without habits to cold. bread - soaked grits .
I travel the yard in anticipation of the heat .