Текст песни Абвиотура - Нехорошо

NOT GOOD

On the branches he sat white with hoarfrost
Ring of steel rang loudly in my voice
Weaved patterns of hands with veins blue
Ripened as an ardent grain in an ear

He sang in a stream but was silent, if there is nothing
I lived in my veins with a tiny sting of pity
He sowed promises with salt, was known as an ignoramus
Beat the ground with thunder, thunder, crash

Hey, lay the ground
with a slide on the road
Filled my eyes not to understand
where is the spine
Oh, you are my horse, wolf feed
herbal bag
Step rash home
oh, it's not good

In the snow he laid out loops with a hare
In the black sky he murmured with a bitter cloud
I read the bones of fate, unraveled
Danced the night with a flying mouse

Lit coals on the grass in the yard
In sparks he prowled misfortune cautiously
Sledge trail divided the field in two
Sleepy delirium fooled the guard

© Pavel Lapygin