Текст песни Иван Крамольный - Влетят в ладони вороны...

Crows will fly in the palm of your hand
An owl is looking into the eyes
Rustles are heard from the forest
I completely drove a horse
But speak here in a whisper
In the thicket waiting for you
Suddenly choke in the stomp
You can’t joke with the devil

Crows will fly in the palm of your hand
And to the soul forever
Leave empty chores
Wash at the pond

Lead to the pond you are vorogov
With a shotgun kick
Take the seventh whirlpools
Their hoarse voices
You chopped us beards
Petrova Svolota
We took you for collars
The head flew

The old women cursed you all
And your king
The Magi on the block echoed
All the abysses to you without a bottom
A lot has been spilled into the sky
Fresh milk
I’ll drop into the pond I am choboty
Pray at the wheel

Take in the seventh pool
Night skies
Running barefoot in the stars
Pagan soul