Текст песни Шамиль Абряров - Егеря

Sad your fate, huntsman!
Tube in the horn, sign a concert.
Killed cockada, killed bullfinches
And waits for a wife with a rill on the porch,
You are waiting for a wife with a rill on the porch.

Bloody gon and foam from horse lips.
I want to spit in the window from the car
In the express distance of the Big Gon.
Where there is no sound nor a fire bar,
Where there is no sound nor a fire of fire.

Jump on the boards of an ancient pavement -
No less worthy to take
Steady shaking head
And torso too without understanding
And the torso is also without understanding.

We rain, you probably drink.
We still mumble about something.
You are silent and white thread sewn.
We have, you already laugh,
We break, you already laugh.

"Ah, the burden would like to raise
Where are you going when I
I sit and wait trying to solve
What are the wheel in the tram,
What are the wheel in the tram? "