Текст песни Юрий Коньков - стражник

Zadrёmyvay , eternal guard ,
At his feet lay the blade .
Cine such stained glass
Gouache got denёk .
 
Under the quiet melody duck ,
Under masted creaking shoulder
See a picture of the day
Almost forgotten nights
 
Where country music is full ,
Hatless and crazy
Prayed the hermit in the field -
In each eye the moon -
 
Where time has stood like a post
On the dusty his post ,
Where the song got used to the stars ,
Yes, the wind was blowing in the lower reaches ,
 
And it was that morning dawns ,
This means that the sound subsides ,
As befits this sounds
Born not at the bottom.
 
Silence the world shakes ,
And smells cling to the ground -
The smell of the tea box
In incomplete eight years.