Текст песни Татьяна Шайбулатова - Вересковый мед

I do not like your heather honey,
The king of the country, which is not on the map
He led his troops stranger to bypass ...
He passed where the foot will not pass,
I do not like your heather honey.

Our King is willing, he is with us everywhere with us,
Tired riders burning sunset.
Tired horses, penetrate their heads,
But it is impossible to turn back.
And the troop banner, like a flame

Lights. And tomorrow, sunrise broke out,
Illuminate the battlefield with indifference,
And the flesh of the sky will turn into ice.
And somewhere in the cloudy tmutarakani
Blind girl camisole doshet.

And it will wait for the king to come,
The king of the country, which is not on the map.
And pull together in the cam blind pain
And it will wait for the king to come,
And pour into a cup of coffee instead of salt.

King, you do not come down
With your hands, you have deceived expectations,
Killed. Your army was going to bypass ...
There will be no meetings, there will be no farewell,
I do not like your heather honey.