Текст песни Владимир Туриянский - Ночевка на болоте

Who went to visit my aunt,
And we have a different destiny:
We Kuku in the swamp
This is the most water.

Leshakov graze, stealthily,
Our mortal body,
Someone grunted outside the tent,
Someone shuhnul out of the hollow.

Zagygykalo under the tree,
Hair on end over Balde,
Whether the spirits, whether wolves!
Whether bird nightjar.

Gnashing of creepy, someone Mad
Amused Mosley
By vzeroshennym tinsel
Something sticky enclosed.

Here again, the gnashing of teeth -
Dogryzayut someone's corpse
Now, somebody cut,
Or drag the fur fly!

Someone is breathing the mist,
Rot pulls a mile away,
And wants a glass (zhekanom)
Zhahnut in this darkness!

Scary, creepy, no save,
Will be in the morning or not?
Finally Mordasov
Spreads dawn ...