Текст песни Александр Субботин - раскаленное время

Sheath confused stirrup
Whinnying horses furiously .
red-hot time
We drew a palm.

And the blood of wheat
Crude rises .
The sun was beating like a bird ,
At sunset burning .

Blushing gold dust
By rolled clay
We have raised freedom
The wind and wormwood .

Where the steppe bore
We are from edge to edge ,
I sparkle on Russia ,
Flying , burning .

Or, in the din of battle
Ruhnu , cut vlёt ,
If the arrowhead
Throat bleed proshёt .

If painted midnight ,
Sprinkling the blood on the stirrup ,
Bring me a bowl
Red-hot time!