Текст песни Будь Добр - Рябина

From the overgrown moss of the hut
Warrior will be released in a pure field.
Exercise around the buddy
Where are the tracks of those terrible warrior?

Maybe behind a rowan bush
Enemy fabrics shy?
Berries tasted mustard
Near the poisonous taste of death.

There are no corpses for rowan
No graves and no remains.
Where are you? - exclaim the traveler.
In your head, a crazy wanderer.