Текст песни Александр Касаткин - Скомороший бунт

Fierce heart
Longs for riot and
A sensitive soul is waiting for love.
What they were given
Figu with a duke
They spat in the soul, so live.
Don't dream too much
These are the happiness
Gingerbread with shambles and even more
Naughty whip,
Their jails await
A mischievous rebellion is not baptized.
The saint is not baptized,
Not forgiven for
That someone else's pain called his own.
Little bit with a whip,
Hit with a sword
Yes, scattered, they say, do not hurt.
The dogs were taken away
Rebel pieces
From the yard into the bushes, but into the woods.
They were afraid to eat
They were ashamed
Played back and forth.
Prophetic beasts
Wolves with goblin
The foxes are sinful as best they could.
Piece by piece
Yes, under the bush,
The rebel was folded.
Dove with a raven
To the Navu side,
Give us water - they gave them.
They brought,
Into the clearing and
The body was sprinkled and gone.
The rebel creaked
Yes, not like it used to be,
A lump in my throat, but black smoke.
It seems like a bastard is alive,
Only nowhere
It's bad if the water is dead.
The rebel toils
Hands are reaching out
Will not reach the string-hair.
Will you live
To living water
Will you play full length?