Текст песни Александр Барыкин - У ворот

I will not lie to you on this shore,
I myself baptized cold water rivers,
Between us all, only the dark water,
All bridges dare cruel age.
I always had bad luck, I used a boat and paddle,
Yes, I would wade walked on the soft light,
On the far wave of the hand, but because of the river,
Back has no return.

At the gates of bitter - screaming people
I filled my glass just one-third,
At the gates of bitter - screaming people
The bitterness of the lips do not wipe.

I do not go crazy again come winter,
And once again it is the ice in the upper river,
And I'll go to you, on thin ice,
And there is white veil of snow.

At the gates of bitter - screaming people
I filled my glass just one-third,
At the gates of bitter - screaming people
The bitterness of the lips do not wipe.
At the gates of bitter - screaming people
I filled my glass just one-third,
At the gates of bitter - screaming people
The bitterness of the lips do not wipe.

Alexander Barykin Arkady Slavorosov