Текст песни Огненный Шторм - Зной Во Время Сенокоса

At the dawn of misty morning
Dew with ear brushing
Care husbands Russian land
In the meadows, the sun glancing
Quiet in the field under the glare of dawn
You mow scythe in the dew
St. John's wort, wheat grass and flight
Near the bread fall to the ground
At noon the sun light bloody
Burns white face
Thirst-itching gnawing archly
Requests to drink more and more
Complain about old men and children
About the heat is not a seasoned
Where is the storm clouds and you, where are you
Thunder mighty song you binge
And in the ravine that near the forest
Gathered All Blacks
With hell out all evil
Dancing on the Russian grasslands
The sun sets fire to the forest and steppe
All living fire is burning
As the heat burns in hell
fuck the forest dances with spear
Scum of the whole singing fun
men sitting by the river
Everyone would like to have the rain wash
and purify your curls
And suddenly everything went black
and wind up in the field
And sent from heaven to earth
the long-awaited, gods, rain
Thunder rattles the water from the sky pours
Saviour none binge elements
Crying sky and Stella on the ground
their sons out of the water
Well, the sun rolled to a close
as the morning went on dew
Guys oblivion not knowing
and the rest just saw in a dream