Розенбаум - Лесоповал
текст песни

Fractures
Bourlomas.
The land is drill
Under the guard.
The bonfire is weakened.
Do not save it.
In the pit of the 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
Not up to swan
Raw tobacco.
And smoke a fuse
With the heaps of steam
He stretches into the sky.
Who will remain
He will not get into operation.
He will not get into operation.

Cold bayonets
Yes Balanda bucket,
Crane scream
Yes carts creak -
On the glass with a nail.
Sleeping rye cracker,
In a smoke break
He led the spruce
In a soft bed,
Let's take it there ...

Lying into the past -
In a bush with a frozen,
I will lie down in a long -standing -
Crushed into the mushroom,
In the boletus,
I will remember the former -
The leaf is sticky.
I remember the old -
Hot morning,
The sky is blue.

Fractures
Bourlomas.
The land is drill
Under the guard.
The bonfire is gone.
Cheek cheek,
The clang of the rubberker,
Bright, brother.
Repeated about
How I got here.

The river spilled,
Yes, in an empty glass,
Dissatisfied ...
Not to will we -
To the barrack ...
Like a clerk the truth -
Pull off the boots
And get into the dry
And the forest will dream
Same...
Same...
Same...
Same...
Same...