Текст песни Александр Лукин - На старой заимке

I discarded a blizzard outside the window,
Got the forest of winter with pearls,
And stands the river in captivity Ice
The shores are covered with snow.

And in the borrowing of our old - avgar,
From hot words impregnated later
And from the spin of wet vapor
After so many steps in the swamps.

Chorus: And everything is here without any difference: who are you and that you,
What at home you left care
We have not written the laws of hunting,
We do not change them, not to us.
Such, apparently, this is a job:
Hunting you il is completely reluctant
Do not divide her with you someone in half.

At the hot iron furnace
Crying a tear smisher
I'm cold, taiga night
With men here, and in thoughts with you.

And again until the later dawn
The new words of the soul does not break.
I will sing like those depth
Boiled on that current.

Chorus.