Текст песни А.Непомнящий - Посевная

Sowing

Fell below the earth, well you my horses
finicky as four walls
under the slope of the meadow snow is hotter than a fire
quieter than the echo of war and more honest than me
and tore into pieces a thunderstorm victory
and ground grain salting mill
well, there behind the fog everything that winter burned
nothing will be baked, grow up but not go away

In vain, the last scum I asked for home
and October endless bargained with the soul
sleepers with wing rails stubborn
the mother of an inoperative drop to understand
distant kingdom that is not
and fresh flowers on ragged walls
swan and young black fire light
and yourself in the darkness before him kneel

The son went to war, but will not become a war
front triangle, they say I, mom, live
lost forever in partisan spring
galloped over dew on a red horse
and the driven lion woke up as a child
painted city wiped the eraser elastic
God in a canvas shirt began a new sowing
in the heart-field and there is no Kali Yuga
just the sun rose .....