Текст песни Елена Фролова - Тоска татарская

The album "Dear Enemy" (2004)

Music: Frolov E.
Words: Barkov A.

TOSCA TATAR

Volzhskaya my longing Tatar,
The long and ancient longing,
Share my impoverished and royal,
Steppe, feather grass, traveling century.
According to the Kazakh steppe salt
I was walking with her head uncovered.
Thirsty grass dying babble,
Wind and sullen howl of wolves.
So go without thoughts and without fear,
Without a way to wolf at the lights,
To triumph, shame and punishment,
Wasting time, not counting the days.
Behind barbed barrier
Faded, once the red flag,
Ahead - destruction, revenge, reward,
Sun or wild wrathful gloom.
Angry darkness, flaming fires -
That lit the big cities,
Choking in purulent shame,
In the throes of forced labor.
Everything burns, everything porazveetsya ashes.
Why should it hurt me to breathe?
Hard to you kinship with the Europeans,
Dark Tatar soul.