Текст песни Атаманский дворец - Коник вороной

'Brother, go through life with faith in the heart
While there is no code to the door, and there is a chance to get warm
While alive hostess glimmer of belief in miracles
I'm a hostage of circumstances, it is the wind prisoner
We came across the road-veins
We are the carriers of plague, twin faith
If it were not repaired in September, crow-sulfur
We would have had much, Kan into oblivion
In the Cossack village village, kilometers dust
Pointers are stingy, but we lived it
Evidence victories, hidden state archives
On the lam in southern motifs playlists
Is removed from the system, I played enough enough
The red eyelids at Turner scraped memory
Zakalachivali in huts of two meters per meter
Do not think badly of me, write to the dead
Flexible mass tin troops
Puts teens on the southern plane
Tightly compressed lips, Nakano soldering
Someone has to die, swinging pendulum
So it is sown grain and flower farms
Harvest we have one-Cossack brotherhood
Clogging it makes no sense, in winter open
We do not Arnie in California, all recall