Текст песни Корни Озёр - Дозоры - паб Ирландец 25.11.17

"Patrols"

Oh, but there is nowhere to roam in the field -
Ravens are everywhere, but dead in grasses.
Tea is not free to live in full,
Yes, there is a right to the gate.
In the morning they gathered on patrols,
On the fly, resting his foot on the stirrup.
In the wide dear open spaces
Lime the Polovtsian seed.

Rows of the enemy system
The dawn was reflected on the blades,
And the farewell songs of the heroes
Overgrown with crimson grass.
Swept whirlwind whipping, crippling,
I couldn’t keep my head down,
The warrior's heart was eagerly squeezing ...

For myself, such a fate did not guess.
The mound grew up with damp earth.
I kissed my cold body in tears.
The firelight rose at dawn.
Jumping, she covered the sun with herself
And screamed the last words.
Circles spread over the water.
"I've been looking for you for so long ..."

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