Текст песни Записки Неизвестного - Монолог уральского каторжника

Mad, mad bloody haze!
What are you? Death? Ile Healing cripples?
Spend, spend me to him,
I want to see this man.
I spent three days and three nights looking for your umt,
Clouds from the north poured a pile of stone.
Praise him! Suppose he did not even Peter!
The mob violence of his love for and removed.
I spent three days and three nights wandering the trails,
In solonets dug eyes luck
Wind my hair like straw, ruffled
And rain threshed with flails.
But embittered heart will never get lost,
This head is not easy to get myself wealthy neck.
Orenburg dawn camel krasnosherstnoy
Dawn in my mouth dropped her milk.
And clumsy cold udder through the darkness
I cuddle up like bread, for centuries exhausted.
Spend, spend me to him,
I want to see this man.