Текст песни Игорь Суруханов - Скрипка леса

And in the fog spread out over the water;
Curdling cars.
Again a long journey in the morning going
The circus tent.
Timidly the fields from those buried,
Breaking in the door,
Our love is dispensable,
A wounded animal.

Chorus:

The creaking of wheels,
Puddles and dirt roads.
The creaking of wheels,
Puddles and dirt roads ...

Hundreds of thousands of years, we knock about equally,
Me and you,
All that is not evil crows pecked
In our fate.
Hundreds of thousands of years, we expect the charioteer,
And with a shout - & quot; get off! & Quot;
With a heart rich with the poor sumoyu
Flop in the mud.

Chorus.
Stir up the bottom and let the chase
Grief and gloom.
Only one life, and should be remembered,
Near the ravine.
And in the fog spread out over the water.
Curdling cars.
Again a long journey in the morning going
Circus tent ...

Chorus 2x.