Текст песни Дмитрий Малашкин - У реки

Above the gray river, the wind in the cloud,
Moves the grass by the river.
I'm not that weak, I'm not timid,
Yes, you will die in the wilderness from longing.

Silence drips into my soul like a tear
No one around, even if the devil.
And the crooked melancholy will come
And he will take me away with him.

Morning across the river, but not close.
Speak, soul, do not languish
What I wanted to find, but I did not find.
So I sat my life.

The horse, or maybe the devil taunts:
He knocks his hoof by the river.
The night turned into a gray hare
And the soul trembles for no reason.

I will swallow the sorrow that is not salty
Run across the field naked
I will sing a song under the maples
About my longing by the river.

Eh, if the night was not like
On others, one hundred hundred such!
The moon will tremble with a sour face,
The pennies will tremble at the bottom!

I will collect fate for a pretty penny,
I will exchange them for a ticket.
My station is not the end:
There are still twenty years ahead.