Текст песни Виталий Копылов и Владимир Матусов - Болотные черти

Who rushes to be treated - well - we understand
And who - abroad - well - hug ...
And the road wind rips leaves and twists,
And he wants to captivate us secretly.
But we, we are swampy proud people,
Who walk.
 
To the right is a swamp, to the left is a swamp.
Forward - scary, back - reluctance.
Swamp devils under every wet meter,
And indeed, at times, they are scary.
But we do not need words. Over the rain and hail
They are still not heard.
 
Swamp devils - their whole company,
And each carries with him someone.
Some will forget us, others we will forget
But a friend knows our address:
The swamp, to the cheerful wandering people,
Who walk.