Текст песни Андрей Земсков - Звонари

Singing is my brother - the wind, prompt word
The most sonorous songs, so Napa motive.
Nobody in the world does not spare the rumor,
Ahead always flying.
Good or bad nourished with hands
Envy but lie with their grief in half.
Like buffoons, chop languages
In Russia, bells.

Across the river - to submit a hand - bell tower on vzgorke,
Yes, the waves carried away the bridge.
Lord, well to plant, like a child on Zakorko,
Or give me a boat and paddle!

From the south the wild Rus yes to the north
Runs river forgets everything
From the source to the mouth through shivera
In the wake of a rumor carries,
What's up now tocsin bell ringers:
They sleep on the bell tower, tied up the language.
He who once sang, his voice lost -
Deaf and dumb, but drunk and fed.

Serve! You brow beat, heavenly Carrier:
Although the log rolled to the edge!
Is not the raft? And I at the beach should be very sleepy -
Ringers for matins to wake up.

Pick me, the wind accompaniment,
To most faithful words are not drowned out.
Will there is no light and no peace,
If the soul does not sound.

Firmament as the river, wade barefoot through the sneering stars
I turn to dawn.
It's not in the bill, and I used to sing a song yet, it is too late:
Let her hear ringers!