Текст песни Александр Башлачев - Спроси, Звезда

Uh-oh, she asked me a clear star,
Do not get bored hollow Tolokonov foreheads?
I Met the litter of new songs from the old hut.
Beating the bows, I want to stand up on its hind legs.
But there - the sky in mail out of the blue ice.

Uh-oh, she asked me a clear star,
Do not bored all the time to comb out the fleas?
I pray, kneeling on becoming peas.
God hears me and Nicola Forest water.
But the sword in the scabbard sleeps stream of blue ice.

Each time - their order.
Well, let everyone also felt boots your style!
I myself know of thousands of real fun,
But I'm afraid to sleep because of those at all times.

Star! I love the sound of bells ...

With land in the water through the fire in the skies ringing ...

Uh-oh, it, ask the star, but how soon will he sleep,
Ebb currently helmet of blue ice?
White winter grain fed me,
Where to go mad no more difficult than to break a string.

Star! Why we came here?

We come to break the armor of blue ice.
We are here to reveal the sheath made of blue ice.
We will burn on the screen of blue ice.
We will decorate their helmets of blue ice.
And we will become their scepter of blue ice.

Uh-oh, she asked me a clear star.
Uh-oh, it save me, the clear star.