Текст песни C. Косыгин - Черный камень

The black stone is,
All overgrown with grass.
Three Ways guards,
And one of them - yours.
Whether life, or blood,
That darkness, or light ...
And we have again
Give someone an answer.
Whose you are a friend, whose enemy you are,
Anyone who crossed the forest?
Or do you just
And it is not and does not se ...
And where is your stitch right
The fairy tale is over thy:
Kiss Is Sleeping Beauty
Or feast of crows.
In the thicket I rushed the wolf,
Flickered and disappeared.
And fell silent for a long time
Heads-wood.
Only witches look,
Tucked away in the branches.
Yes hut creak
On the chicken bones.
But hurry the horse,
His blood is hot.
And squeezes his hand
The handle of the sword.
Wood is a disaster,
What can I say to him?
And I would answer "yes"
If I had to know ...
The black stone is,
All overgrown with grass.
Three Ways guards,
And one of them - yours.