Текст песни Сергей Дон - Степь

Oh, you're the steppe without end
All is silent, only a flock of winds,
Oppression feather, and all was quiet in the silence
I go, stepping on their own land

Boarded up door, house shutters
Swampy backwater shore
Do not shout or a bird, no noise feather
And only the wind is black fire dust

Traveller measuring whole or say a word
All Porush, no family home
At the porch or sit down, no water to drink
Joke with him played fate - angry bird

Where to look as if the wind is now in the field
his father's mother yes if only those in the wild
Bitter chalice to drink, to know the proportion of such
And the silent soul and screams in pain!

Incline he remains in family
Tears could not help but cry silently so
He wanted to say, only in her throat
As if it was some kind of bad dream

He raised his eyes, looked at the horizon
Wind pressure on the steppe feather sings
Tycho stood, walked, aimlessly
And above all clouds earth fly