Текст песни Скомороший Бунт - Боль Моя

My pain, free,
Oh, leave, throw me.
Fly for century,
On other shores.

On other shores,
Where neither the sea or the river
Where neither mountains or taiga,
Where are the stones, yes snow.

Where the snow is neurody
Where are the wind nurses,
Where all nights are long,
And where days and not at all.

There you will see the Milky Way,
What leads somewhere
Watch there with Bear
House on three pebbles.

First pebbles - trouble,
Second pebbles - fate
Well, the third is my stone,
The one that carried for the sinus.

That carried out yes dropped
Medium tombstones and graves,
He began to search and did not hesit
Exhausted, yes fell.

Exhausted, yes fell.
The evil blizzard was offended.
Between a word and number
Between the truth and sleep.

Medium tombstones and crosses -
Walk and festivities,
Walks drunken people,
Lubricated singing.

Lullaby without words
Hand-legs without shackles.
And the road is alone -
On other shores.

On such shores
Where neither songs nor wing
Where is freezing free
Oh, come back, my pain.