Текст песни Юлия Пересильд - OST Золотая Орда

The buoy wind buzzes, the epilecot
Links walked.
Delico clone, the shirt is dried,
The shirt is dried.
The shirt is dried, in a hurry to visit,
To guests in a hurry to visit.
Do not torture, Mamka, about my health,
About my health.
And tortured, Momka, about my about Mount,
About mine about grief.
And the first grief - neither bread nor salt,
Not bread neither salt.
And the other grief is no firewood either raucion,
Neither firewood either raucion.
And the third grief - no friend Milova,
No friend Milova.
I will scatter my grief by clean field,
Clear field.
You are discarded over Chernobyl,
Black Chernobyl, black Chernobyl
Black black wormwood
Gorky wormwood