Вася Ложкин рокындролль бэнд - Северный ветер
текст песни

Eh, the north wind will conquer
Will tear out the root of the house from the asphalt
My small city flies
Somewhere there sounds a balalaika

Somewhere there, behind a gray horizon
The sun is pale and sick
The skin cracked on the back
Waiting for the wings to grow

The fluctuation of the magic strings
Black smoke devouns air
I become transparent and bright
I break down as a peaceful atom

Without hot water and gas
Electricity and kerosene
I am breaking radiant happiness
Looking at the sky quietly fighting.

And comets fly in the sky
Aircraft, rockets and bombs
Souls fly up from the bottom
The rain drips from top to bottom

Grass growing to the waist
Silky and hoppy
I'm on a white-white horse
I will slip through the Russian field

I will not meet anyone on the way
only pits and monkeys
In my wild northern world
The balalaika sounds inconsolably

How the north wind will conquer
Will tear out the root of the house from the asphalt
A small city is scattered
My city is empty and forgotten

Silky bitter herbs
Leaves are confused in the beard
The skin cracked on the back
I feel - wings grow!

Looking into the sky quietly sob
And in the sky no one will hear
Only lightning will hit my head
Only the rain will wet the earth