Текст песни Кипелов - На крутом берегу

Vulture circling in the sky
With each stroke of squeezing circles
In this wild gallop
I'm flying , almost touching the ground
Something drives me
Someone will, cold calculation
Rusty chain jingling
While wagging his wheel

Life without faith, without a goal ,
I checked the fracture
Light and shadow over share
Territory in my heart
Behind the back of the whistle and barking
Ahead ledyanyaschaya haze
Again promised paradise
Turned evil refuge

How to keep my horse
On the steep bank
How not to disappear into the darkness
Day after day, cursing fate
How not to go astray
Do not betray neither himself nor others
To survive in a deadly battle
Prompt me, Lord , tell me

Vulture circling in the sky
Three hundred years he carrion peck
Fresh blood drunk
Falcon flies towards the sun to die

And I rush after him
I drink this cup to the dregs
But I'm waiting , waiting for an answer
From heaven , where darkness thickens .

How to keep my horse
On the steep bank
How not to disappear into the darkness
Day after day, cursing fate
How not to go astray
Do not betray neither himself nor others
To survive in a deadly battle
Prompt me, Lord , tell me

How to keep my horse
On the steep bank
How not to disappear into the darkness
Day after day, cursing fate
How not to go astray
Do not betray neither himself nor others
To survive in a deadly battle
Prompt me, Lord , do not be silent .
Live contrary .
Live contrary .
Live contrary .