Текст песни Тише пчёл - Тосковать по Родине

I beg you, slush-kuma
Follow my footsteps
So winter has come
Boil the porridge of the blizzard
Will respond with a choir from heaven
Congestion of birds
Black, gilded forest
Get in your way
 
You will sing about the motherland
Homesick
 
A label was written on my chest with the inscription: "He died a long time ago"
Vodka will untie my tongue, the window will ask to open
And let the razor-sharp knives get stuck in the chest
Know that you have floors in front of shooting stars

I beg you, do not let the cracked ice in my tracks
Forest gloomy wall gets in the way of scattered flocks
The evening was long, the blizzard boiled again
Like in her veil we drop tears from the cage
 
We will sing about the motherland
Homesick
We will sing about the motherland
Homesick…

 
1995