Текст песни Корни Озёр - Не слушай ворона

Sneaks at night is dark,
All swamps murky,
Tales of dreams deceptive.
All the hype, do not listen to the crow.
Only the arrow, the hand of time,
To fly quietly, started up.
The short life of released running.
All the hype, do not listen to the crow.

Will fall into the deep grass
Or pierce his chest tired,
Orosi bit of land-mother
Scarlet blood, moisture darker.
No water is alive or dead Rechenka
Do not bring me much before.
I'll leave the fields of Veles,
Podognetsya beneath me heavenly bridge.

Pourable foam cup,
Plenty of revelers feasted.
He wanted to hold a cheerful mood,
Yes string on the harp torn.
Scold dark at night,
All swamps murky,
Decorated body injuries.
All the hype, do not listen to the crow.