Текст песни Александр Казанцев - 10-Семь снегирей

Like lanterns on the branches of bullfinches
Redness burns from frost.
At least Celsius today is -43
Bones ache in the Komi camp stand
And at this time, hunger strangles the convicts to fall
It knocks down scurvy, tickling, who is weaker.
And a kid weaves a loop in the corner of the barracks
Climb a cracker for the bullfinches on the bait.

Chorus

I remember seven bullfinches on a mountain ash
And the breath of the cops at the door.
Shot a clip of five tunics
Keep no evil winter birds.
There were no such camps
I did not feed bullfinches from my hand.
Snow only melts in early spring
Bullfinches on the wing, I'm home.

Like three days from a hospital bed, kid
I only had to write a letter.
I went out into the frost and tied a noose
He managed to catch the red blue.
He held it in his palm and tied it.
It rolled down his face.
I gave my ration of bread to the birds,
And in the morning the cross lay in the snow.

Chorus 2x

I remember seven bullfinches on a mountain ash
And the breath of the cops at the door.
Shot a clip of five tunics
Keep no evil winter birds.
There have been no such camps
I did not feed bullfinches from my hand.
That snow will melt more habitually in spring
Bullfinches on the wing, I'm home.

I remember seven bullfinches on a mountain ash
And the breath of the cops at the door.
Shot a clip of five tunics
Let the winter birds not be evil.
There have been no such camps
I would not feed bullfinches from the hand.
Snow will melt out of habit in spring
Bullfinches on the wing, I'm home.
Bullfinches on the wing, I'm home