Текст песни Алексей Бардин - Мельник

The breeze slightly disturbing hair
And the fun carries voice.
Slopes to the ground amber ear
Stubble from the mill wheel.

Not noisy rush,
Not scratching the mouse -
Everything seemed still.
only the distance
In a dusty cloud
Moves. Who?

Maybe a monster, maybe a fright
And maybe, just visit - sit at the table,
Let's drink a hundred and beer.
On the morning of the brine,
the wheels
Life rolled in the dust and sand.

So the world works -
My dad said -
And by whom and for whom - is unknown.
we walk succession
For the old Duda,
Until he tasted it,
Stepping over the threshold,
charms roads
And the joy of the shelter.
Somewhere in the distance
In a dusty cloud
Moves ... But who?

Maybe a monster, maybe a fright
And maybe, just visit - sit at the table,
Let's drink a hundred and beer.
On the morning of the brine,
the wheels
Life rolled in the dust and sand.

Oh, sick of silence, peace
And, too, am sick of bliss.
Maybe you see the damn moon
Someone on the horse lathered?

Maybe walk
With duffel bags
Someone picks over the world?
or light
In a dusty cloud
Is moving? Who?

Whether you're a monster,
Be at least fright -
Any guest are pleased - will sit down at the table,
Let's drink a hundred and beer.
On the morning of the brine,
the wheels
Life rolled in the dust and sand