Текст песни Разрыв-Трава - Черные яблоки

- The boat is white, the boat is fragile
Whirls on the cold waves.
The waves to the north all carry her,
On the thresholds - foam lace.
Who sleeps in a heavy sleep in this boat,
On the rapids who let go of the oar?
I see his dream as strong as granite,
And his shuttle is as fragile as glass ...

- Into the icy distance from hot countries
I am sailing the ancient, fabulous way.
We sowed black apples there,
We had to collect the harvest ourselves.
I am fed up with the juice of those apples,
And their fruit itself turned out to be solid ...
There is no will in me, let the shuttle run
At the behest of the waves to our misty fjord.

- The boat is fragile, the boat is white,
There is no escaping crystal ice.
Awake hero, let your hand be
Will paddle and change the way.
I see the sea, the abyss of Chaos,
And the skeletons of dead ships
You are going to destruction
Turn back, wake up soon!

- Don't ask me to turn back,
After all, we reaped what we sowed -
The juices of those apples on the chest burn,
The roots of those apple trees sting with snakes.
I'm sailing forward, bound not by sleep
The scimitar lulled me.
On Valhalla I drink wine today,
All of the apples that I picked in the south.

The lightning bird spreads the ice
Into the white of the seas
Do you hear, the Father is calling us of Battles,
So let's go quickly!