Текст песни Wolf Rahm - Сказ про Демьяна

In rural areas, today is a holiday!
Honorary with guests from all over the region was different!
It has long been at the ticket office no empty seats -
Today, the village declared a competitive race!
Drovers steep carts
With horsepower and mileage versts!
Glistens in the light wheels and horseshoes!
No participants are from women and alcohol!

That's all ready to start the race of the year!
We hear the cries of the people in the crowd!
In the musical harmony and cockpit struck immediately
Nura Baba skirt waved a handkerchief,

And let's go!
Start of the race!
Nervous asked to stand aside!
Who will drive exorbitant rates,
Best of the best, only to find,

Who according to the people
The fastest rider of the year;
And one girl Galya
At night, waiting for the hay;
To sponsor Uncle Vova
Will present the white cow;
And who will be hanged on the board of honor!

But one rider Damian that night was deadly drunk
And in the middle of the road was overcome his wild dream.
He fell from the cart, and the rest so as not to bring down
We had horses in opposite directions of rotation.
Horses flew straight into the crowd of spectators,
And so there was nowhere to escape, was a high fence around!
Human panic immediately passed on to the horses,
The fright they began to push everyone to trample in the mud!

Screams, moans, cries, no place to go!
Splashes, liters of blood dyed the ground red!
Here and there hoof someone's guts!
Tons of dead bodies lying around bars!

And all died,
Besides from Demian,
Who continued to lie there drunk.
And since he was the only athlete
So he ended up in

Who according to the people
The fastest rider of the year;
And one girl Galya
At night, waiting for the hay;
To sponsor Uncle Vova
Will present the white cow;
And who will be hanged on the board of honor!