Текст песни Сергей Бабкин - Лес

I cut down the forest!
Now, more space
For beachhead-acts and false haymakers.

I cut down the forest!
Breathe easier,
It remains to clear the forest from the beasts.

I cut down the forest!
Rejoice, children!
You flowers, because flowers in the fields.

I cut down the forest!
Walk, free wind,
All my life you were in the king, so Stay kings!

I cut down the forest!
On the Ground skinned.
Walks on the bare meat Svinarov.

I cut down the forest!
Razor in the face ...
Haircut "at zero", and the tower lantern.

I cut down the forest!
The tour:
Will be found the way without a guide.

I cut down the forest!
It has become painfully clean
Field .. Russian field ...

I cut down the forest!
Wise trees
Whose country is proud of its roots.

I cut down the forest!
Behind him and oblivion.
Wash off with rain blurred eyes.

I cut down the forest!
Top superiority
Above those who serve in it carried as slaves!

I cut down the forest!
Now the rays of the sun
Do not obscure pine poles.

I cut down the forest!
Why grow taller,
When the palm shining sunset?

I cut down the forest!
Now it is quieter.
Or at least not yet!

I cut down the forest!
Equally blue
Wood, who prayed to the forester.

I cut down the forest!
Do not tremble aspen,
Do not whisper in the mist Oaks-sorcerers.