Текст песни Лев Лосев - Забытые деревни

Forgotten villages

In the Russian cchers, they are not numb
All of the only ways will not find -
Bridges collapsed, the blizzard brought,
The trail fell wounds to Bul.

There are plowing in April, there in August zany
There in the header do not sit at the table,
calm the second coming are waiting
worship who would come

Trio Troika, Archangel with Pipe,
Passer in the German coat.
There are treated with water and grass.
No one comes there.

The Lord plungests them in the dream,
in snow shelters to straps -
Neither to fix it, nor drose
Neither Sanok, no games, nor fun.

Resting on the reagents bodies
And the souls are funny dreams.
So much heat is confused in the sheaf,
What is enough to spring.