Текст песни Луньков Игорь - Колмыков Анатолий - Восемь рябин

Blizzard rained down the sky of depth
A snowstorm is crying, and in an icy child
Rowan trees blaze red fire
Eight rowan berries under my window.

Blizzards start a stringy song
White street, snowy wasteland ...
Find food and shelter on the mountain ash
In the autumn - a blackbird, and in the winter - a bullfinch.

I remember the yellow sun of a foreign land
I also remember how I whispered before going to bed:
"Rowan trees blaze red fire,
Eight rowan berries under my window. "

Snowstorms wind, they look like spirits
Knit snow loop noose ...
To me the sparrow froze more -
I love birds less.

I don't need pearls and rubies -
I would be firmly convinced of one thing:
Rowan trees blaze red fire
Eight rowan berries under my window.

The burden of worldly doubts and hardships,
Misfortunes, like Homeland, share with me
Large red balls of berries -
Droplets of bitter love of the earth.

I don't need pearls and rubies -
I would be firmly convinced of one thing:
Rowan trees blaze red fire
Eight rowan berries under my window.