Текст песни Александр Матюхин - Т. Путинцева. Укатали Сивку горы золотые

Digured the Silk Mount Golden,
Lush bouquets under the feet lay down.
I did not pray, strict saints?
What did you save from happiness?

Is it not chains, it is not an ambush?
Gold on the finger of the loop.
Is enough strength to escape from hell,
If this hell is sweet earth?

Were on the ravage of the roads of roads:
Instead of a violent dancing of dull words
Will fall a ray roll to my draws,
In silence, the bells are rolling.