Текст песни IPSE - Заверните меня в одеяло полей...

Wrap me up in a blanket fields
And wrap legs steppe cool,
Whisk the weak flesh of white poplars
And leave me to die under the fence

That izbenki where I grew up during the dashing,
Where I loved my mother and father,
Where to get to know me, even seeing for the first time
The new framework under the window and the church aisle.

And even if I was not here more than a thousand years,
Grown domes fallen flags ...
Conscience - an eternal companion, restless neighbor,
It does not give me wake up with a sigh of relief.

In my heart always hammered doubt blade
I rend my memory-the executioner ...
Without izbenki that lonely even in a crowd
Harboring a heart crushed crying.

Put me on a deserted road,
Where no, never, would never take place.
My thoughts tired nervous syllables
Has turned into the last sad palace.

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1990 Autumn.
Words and music have developed this way for some 15 minutes.