Текст песни Ляпис Трубецкой - Край

Somewhere near the river, where there is no ford
Grey bulls dance dance
Chains in the night and with the way dlivayuts
Raven there shouting with the wolf brother.
Blaze fire there to the sky
Drink wine they jammed bread
The songs they sing the old gypsy
Bute hoof, beaten, and lightning sky!

These bulls have their truth:
They do not need the sun, the darkness them a lot
They do not have to spring, they used more winter
To the guy you slept on the stump in captivity
Gry! Look! The youthful dreams your dreams!
Gry! Sounds! Spring green cup warm!
Gry! Sing! All together songs paradise of freedom!
Gry! Gry! Goni bulls - will return to share!

Drunk bulls, jumping around the country
Stomp towels hooves in mud
Jumping from house to house, open house,
Who does not hid - will be to blame!