Атаманский Дворец - Коник вороной
текст песни

Brother, go in life with faith in the heart
There is no code for the door, and there is a chance to bask
While the mistress is alive, faith in a miracle is warming
I am a hostage of circumstances, she is the wind captive
Road-Wenes proceeded across
We are carriers of the plague, paired by faith
If the sen did not repair the raven
We would have managed a lot, Kan in the fly
Behind the village, the village, kilometers of dust
Pointers are stingy, but we lived on them
Evidence of victories, hidden state archives
On the run to the playlists southern motifs
I remove from the systems, played enough, enough
In the red century, memory scraped out on the turner
Cooked two meters per meter into huts
Do not remember dashing, write from the other world
Flexible mass of tin troops
Adolescents are placed on the southern plane
The mouth is tightly compressed, the soldering iron
Someone must die by swinging the pendulum,
So grain is sown and the farms bloom
The crop is one-Cossack Brotherhood
It makes no sense to clog, we will open in winter
We are not Arnie in California, let's remember everything