Текст песни Александр Сорокин - БЕШЕНАЯ РЕКА

When on the hillsides
Stir up snow
With ledges and ledges
Suddenly dripping water

And under the spring sun
Streams roll down
To reach and join
Into the bed of a frantic river

Then know that aggravation
That disease started
Which is called alloy -
And I want to tears

Discarding all worries
Rushing to hell on horns
To get there
Where the mountain river awaits us

Let it
They twist our finger at the temple
Understand
Trying wives and friends
But we
Even on a leather sofa
We will not exchange
Our
Catamaran!

This infection is rare
But tenacious to tears
There are nights without nights
And the sky is gray without stars

Gray pines sleep here
There is a gloomy taiga
Then it rains about five a day
And the midge is spinning

To the clouds here it seems
Reach out your hand
There is a stormy river
Explodes secular peace

It’s not worth joking with the river
Here you can’t rush forward
Here every chance is the last
Bravado will not pass here

Let it
They twist our finger at the temple
Understand
Trying wives and friends
But we
Even on a leather sofa
Do not exchange our catamaran!

And on winter nights
We often dream of a river
Thresholds and passages
Plums, barrels, sleeves,

Logging and intelligence,
Bubbling water
Parking over the river
Of course, songs by the fire.

I know, certainly
That same day will come!
Our Admiral is permanent
Will bring us all together again

Open his pipe
Sip a little beer
And he will say: - That's what, guys,
There is a stupefied river!

And again on the doorsteps
Through the shafts and the foamy roar
And again, a reliable cat
We will not fail on the way

And let at the end of the route
Tired slightly
Forgive us and let us go
Conquered river

Let it
They twist our finger at the temple
Understand
Trying wives and friends
But we
Even on a leather sofa
We will not exchange
Our
Catamaran!