Текст песни Ветер Воды - Степь

Whirlwind on the road raises dust
As the drunken guests slopes feather,
The hordes roam the skies cloud,
And the traveler does not know where will find shelter.

The path to the four winds far,
We tramp share - steppe or jail,
And when the prison will not stop the chain,
Will your share - the wind, dust and steppe.

Only Gry crow just howling:
Will you dashing, go home!
The village in a quiet let to relatives,
There are over ramshackle roof winds bitter smoke.

Houses calm down, will forget the steppe,
In few drinks convene wedding guests
Head of household, good bait,
With a calm heart lie down to die.

In the steppe rushing shadows of clouds;
Will you dashing - bitter shackles.
In the sky black raven circling all day.
I die early and heart aches.