Старовер и Аттракцион Воронова - Пьяная
текст песни

Everything, perhaps, was mean by me
A drunken mind habitually gave a failure:
Became many things - things
It seems to me ... And life is simple!
No morning, but somewhere it was dawn.
No light, but sparkle in the distance
The points of the snow soar, fresh,
Like the reflections of our prayers.

These are the faces of the dawn of the walking -
Do not only understand which side.
But I hope this is the future
And not the rings of the old war!
The war that was not declared.
The one who was trying and burned the soul.
What dreams overlaid with raids
And the only essence was ...

CHORUS:
My morning, you will be clear
Good - I am convinced!
Tomorrow mine, you are fine:
The sun is already outside the window ...
I see a handful somewhere there
Proud white horses -
They rush, rush the wagon
New fate of my!

And I will meet her with a breath
And welcome dashing horses.
And I will go on a long way and Kanu I
In the summer of future sunny days ...
On the paving stones, the harness passes -
Along tired blind stained glass windows,
And lonely will wave
Mannequins - instead of people

CHORUS:
The stars fell asleep, the night went out:
Tomorrow is lit.
So, prayers are not in vain -
Morning is already entering the house!
I see a handful somewhere there
Proud white horses.
They rush, rush the wagon
My new fate ...

Everything, perhaps, was mean by me
Everything, in fact, drunkard sleep,
But there are dreams and things -
If you are intoxicated by faith ...