Текст песни Борис Рыжий - Тайга - по центру, Кама - с краю

Taiga - centered, Kama - from the edge,
at the other end, drunk in the smoke,
cracked harey have shed
I stand with Gregory Danish.
Under number 98
Image: Village Sartas.
We drank a lot this fall
Agdam, light and dew.
Killed fifth bottle.
Swarming over Baska filth.
Abandoned sawmill.
Almost new "Belarus".
And, well, let's, ah, Luli,
climb into the cockpit and Yulee,
rudders along the slope steadily,
the sky blue handlebars.
Rattled. Snorted foul.
Fountain of mud from under the wheels.
And so at ease and encouraging
that escape from nowhere tears.
As if the battle is over,
and we are seasoned web, fly,
breaking through the encirclement,
to their own.
Accident. The face is divided.
But I find the photo,
and I repeat a prayer
so that's rubbish:
My soul, fire and smoke,
by sky-blue,
favorite, fly to your favorite
his.