Текст песни Юрий Панюшкин - В тайге

Who drank some wine and under the stairs ,
I myself would not mind some wine .
And we in the forest rain hanged ,
And sad Taiga day and night .

I look at nebushko - I see there
Through the quivering veil :
The clouds grinning red face ,
So similar to the moon .

In wet thickets kukozhitsya beast ,
Only we in the morning on rafts .
And now - now songs are composed ,
Every word in it - the Latin ...

Somewhere girl gone mad ,
She is no stranger to forgive me .
Here we have rain in the forest hanged ,
Otpoem it - and home.