Ветер Воды - Степь
текст песни

A whirlwind on the road raises dust,
How ganged guests are leaving,
The hordes of clouds wander in heaven,
And the traveler does not know where the shelter will find ...

The path to all four sides is far away
The tramp has a share - stalks sharp
And when the chain does not hold in the prison,
There will be your share of the wind, dust and steppe ...

Only the edge of the raw -ray, only wolf howl,
Will you dashing go home,
Let me go to your relatives in a quiet village
There is a bitter smoke above the old roof ...

I'll calm down at home, forget the steppe,
I will call guests for a hopping wedding,
I'll start the household, make goodness,
With a calm heart I will die ...

Shadows of clouds rush along the steppe,
The will you are dashing worse than the shackles,
In the sky, the black raven is circling all day,
It hurts me early and my soul hurts ...