Текст песни Димон Колоколов - За порог заалел восток

Over the threshold!
    Shaded east
    The deadline is coming
    And sweeps in the stomach.
    Beyond the threshold
    In the bag bag pie
    How many roads are there
    Ahead in the multitude.

     The meeting will be at the bridge
     Before the trip
     To reserved places
        By clean water.

    How many lines
    Settled down in a rhyme
    Not leaving in it
    For others and places.
    And sprout
    Managed to manage
    To climb on the rocks
    As if in protest.

     The meeting will be at the door
     Before withdrawal
     Full maid of people
     To clean the water.

    Locked up ...
    It's hard not to leave
    Breaking in hearts
    All locks and doors.
    In Russia,
    Anyway,
    And in the living chest -
    Only a thirst to believe.

     The meeting will be at the gate
     Before sunset
     To the cool solstice
     Yes, I clean the water.