Михаил Шуфутинский - Переломаны
текст песни

Burannaya land under guard.
The bonfire is weakened.
Do not save him in the pit of a wolf howl.
Who has fallen lies. Snow folded the song
We are about the forestry.
The morning is a silver. The logs are cloudy.
In ice water is not up to swan,
Raw tobacco
And smokes the fuse, from the heifer steam
He stretches into the sky. Who will remain
He will not get into operation
He will not get into operation.

Cold bayonets and balanda bucket,
Crane scream and carte creak -
On the glass with a nail.
Sleeping rye cracker, in a smoke break.
Led to spruce, in a soft bed,
He will take his own ...

Lry into the past - into a bush with a frozen,
I will lie down in a long -standing - crushed mushroom,
In the boletus.
I remember the former - leaf sticking out.
I remember the old - hot morning,
The sky is blue, the sky is blue.

Fracks with boulements.
Burannaya land under guard.
The bonfire disappeared
A shade of a cheek, clang of a rubbler.
Bright, brother.
Repeated about
How I got here.

6. The river spilled, but in an empty glass
Dissatisfied ... not to our will -
To the barrack ...
Like a clerk the truth - pull off boots
And in dry, and a forest will dream of
Same...
Same...
Same...
Same...
Same...