Андрей Земсков - Забайкальская
текст песни

Buran had played in the thim
And the melodies are all the same.
It became more often to hand over the heart
The guests began to be less often.
Nothing alone in the field:
Not to fat - to stand alive.
All insults do not count, if
Let's live to someone else's wedding.

Oh, my will, will -
Transbaikal snow!
Take me to a lot
Ice Selenga,
From the Petrovsky Plant
to the Irkutsk mines,
From the thirty -seventh year -
to unwashed shackles.

Whatever day, then a hole in the bottom.
I will take the guitar - howl.
And around the raven is mulping
Above my fate.
From despair he became callous,
Yes, not a voice tore off - nerves
I stood up for the line - damn it,
Still not to come first ...

Oh, not otherwise soon
Eight skins will be cut off from me:
Each fence
Dogs ringing with Verigami.
And you chalis on tea cups
Pour under the howls.
They don't hide good from good,
An old man you are my Guran!

Return home late
On the glass of wind frescoes.
Blizzard Nude the Taiga Pine
And breaks easily, with a bang
About the knee - much more beautiful!
The track will not accept us now.
So come on, old man, we will lick
Behind the moslavic horses of MAZ.