Текст песни Самі Свої - Забуті степи

Stop, my horse, stop
I perekreschus, vklonyusya holy land
Gray, Jari, Gray,
Germinate, kolosysya, wheat, zriy
Become my horse, become
What a black tail wind lifted into the sky.
In early hour this morning
It is not the smell of baked bread ...
This death, I recognize it,
It is danced to the court of momu
I stand at the threshold of the parents
Split in half in faith and unbelief.
This fire
Overtakes
His tribute.
The pain is excruciating pain
Embraces nature and compresses swords suffering.
Again aiming the target
In all my naked rear naked backs.
Blood, blood on the ground
Circle of wide roads to narrow paths.
Not a word did not like!
As I have things of God, command ...
It's me, your son lost
Hide in the darkness from penalties
It's me, your son lost
Not suffering from love and not ignorance.
This fire
Overtakes
His tribute.
Fear, fear let die
The eleventh commandment is: & quot; Fear not! & Quot;
Blue sky roof and call our land
Come, my boy, zihriysya.
And somehow wrong
Destroyed May, chopped
All ways Return
We are waiting steppes forgotten ...