Текст песни Ботаника - Душа летела

The field for orphaned field
The soul flew on above the ground
Soul flew over the feather touches
The most belly reach the ground

The field for orphaned field
There were soldiers carried their share
There were soldiers carrying soldiers
On the new home in a native hut
And in the corners of his native hut empty
The corners of the empty floors secular
And the wings of crude hut land
Soon porastёt grass roof

The field for orphaned field
The soul flew on above the ground
Soul flew over the feather touches
The most belly reach the ground
And it would be closer to heaven
And it would be flush with the bird
But at least a little above the alder
Do not let the sins.