Текст песни Этнография - Разродимая сторонка

Selling out ..., dear side,
I will not see you.
I don’t see you, I don’t hear your voice
Thin, voiced nightingale.
I'm driving, I'm driving across the open field
My heart feels about me.
Here was a lead bullet flying
My breast parasitized.
I fell, fell a horse on the neck,
Mane was doused with blood.
My comrades ran up to me,
Dressing done.
Bandaged my sore wound
Covered overcoat.
A horse with a hoof, and he digs the earth,
Voditsy he takes out.
You do not get drunk water
I can’t get up from the damp earth.