Текст песни Алатырь - Улетит далеко...

Oh, with the last rays in the field will come mowers ,
Night falls on the ground, and until before dawn
Month will be an evening black corn mowing,
Will be put in the cart , but the mill to carry.

Oh, the sky is crying rain , and you tears ,
The sun beats down with fire , and you're eyes
Fly away my , your , to know whether the soul ,
Does not snap back - do not know sorrow.

So with the last rays before the first cocks
Mow black ears untempered sins
Silent and evil souls of the dead mowers
And lay their shoulders hundreds sloping fields.