Текст песни Гора Нагибин - Деревня Шаманиха

I'm not here to die
In this wilderness singing
Under the thick foliage of a birch
Berries are not collected

I'm here and not live
Do not brag about who years
Do not be timid and do not vandalize
And do not fall out of love is not met

Blackened oblique Village
Rassokha bend the fence
In the vast fields of pattern
He delineates the veil Vespers

I heard in the evenings
From boredom lit window
So still lives there someone
On the other side of the flip-flop

Along the road are empty columns
Noise and kipish wise crow
Black bales and rolls rotten
The band last year's mowing