Текст песни Калинов Мост - Очи в землю

Eyes to the ground -
So you close to death.
A hand strap
Do not give the sky spill.
And short
Creek split the helmet head.
Pit-throat
It ignited minds of the word.

Horses whinnied,
Growing cold on offense fist.
Where fires
Lit path revelers.
And freedom
In this village carried messengers.
Blood then
Kissed destiny ends.

Under the hoof
I fell into the mud at the gray river.
And forgotten
Name, whose mountain named.
Scared -
No rains stir up fears.
Wild caste
Lean on the red shield.
  
Good fellows
Silently praying:
 - Up against the wall!
True - the poor,
Chubami sing
Stenka.

Getting lost,
Taken aback by the sins of the stones.
Gray bird
Fly in the clouds with his hands.
And hope
Carry into battle under his shirt.
Brothers, amuse!
Who buried it with him.

Enlist
The Light of the Sun, the soul of a publican.
And collarbone
Surprise, who was waiting loop.
Not a groan:
All in return - a cross to die.
Ash sinks
And numb sadness table.

First things first
Resins locked
In the throat.
Brava patrimony
Sharpen
Stakes ...

To leave a rumor, poryzhelym dawn.
 Springs back again, and the wind ...