Текст песни Drudkh - Самотність

My thoughts , thoughts

My thoughts , thoughts ,

I have some you

You do not ever throw

In the hour of grave .

Sizokrylov , fly

My dovecotes ,

In the steppe , where we will take a walk ,

Cute guys .

There squalid Kirghiz,

The poor , naked ,

In the vastness of God, pray .

Rush , dear !

Meeting you, like small children ,

Quiet speeches ;

I remember dear fatherland ,
And you will pay .