Текст песни Леонид Корнилов - Коловеденье

Chairman

No, the curses are not buried in the mounds.
The moon is not in vain a sunsitic species -
This, Scythian gold is covered,
Wheel of history glitters.
In the night field, the stars are perfect.
In black holes, it is glorious.
Wheel of descendants bells
Now Milky rolls through.
And visible under Scythian Gold
Spots on the moon from afar:
This dirt is a latitudinal
Sleeping for a century.
And on the spokes - fingers prints.
And in the crown of the earthly population.
Rus - from the chariot to the Tacanka,
Rus - from Kovovrat to missiles.
Metal Vedas
And underwater lapothe
Rus yourself on the hub Motala,
Wheel of history is twist.
Scythian treasure - Slavic brings.
Dal does not know what death is.
But not tightening the root "Colo"
And do not forget the word "after all."
Former universal power
He moved away from it to relax.
Purchase, devils, our glory.
The spirit will translate, and again - on the road.
After all, without Russian cavalry work
Will not open the solar parade
On unfavorable altitudes
Wheel running Kolovrat.

Leonid Kornilov