Текст песни Евгений Григорьев - Черный ворон

The bitter lot fell out of tails - the hard way,
Confused by the wind braids of tart herbs,
The dark velvet of your eyes and the whisper of your lips
I recall in distant camps.

And the hell of a guitar to dawn
Yes, I won’t have to sing soon
They don’t grumble at the sisari window,
Going to fly into your sky.

The black raven sat on a dead pine
And worries the silence with a laugh of heaven
And to that crow's laughter
My life is slowly smoldering
Slowly my life smolders.

Lot of bitter dragged by fogs,
I lost your sight in these mists,
I only heard wings flutter outside the window,
The dove thought, the raven laughed at me.

The black raven sat on a dead pine
And worries the silence with a laugh of heaven
And to that crow's laughter
My life is smoldering,
Slowly my life smolders.

The black raven sat on a dead pine
And worries the silence with a laugh of heaven
And to that crow's laughter
My life is smoldering,
Slowly my life smolders.