Текст песни Жека - Святые колокола

Falling leaves of poplar ,
drafts in the door slams
my house,
if the guards shots
yes of low podlobya views
Circle.

Wind grove outside the gates
tears ,
as a system of prisoners before the works ,
zvonki- them their bells,
bell tower zones them ,
and coniferous taiga tops ,
them as holy dome.

Returned - an empty house met,
poplar sad head kachal-
waiting for snow,
and foliage , losing , said
as my old saw off
a century .

No one but God forgive
no one but the wind I take revenge
now .
Falling leaves of poplar ,
and all night shooting pops
door.

Wind grove outside the gates
tears ,
as a system of prisoners before the works ,
he calls them - bells,
bell tower zones them ,
and coniferous taiga tops ,
them as holy dome.