Текст песни Калинов мост - Очи в землю

Eyes to the ground -
So, death is close to you.
A hand strap
It does not give the sky spill.
And short
Creek split the helmet head.
Yam-throat
Caught fire the minds of words.

Horses whinnied,
Growing cold on offense fist.
Where fires
Lit path revelers.
And freedom
Through the village carrying messengers.
Blood then
Kiss of fate ends.

Under the hooves
Pali in the mud at the gray river.
And forgotten
Name, whose mountain named.
Scared -
No rains stir up fears.
Wild caste
Lean on the red shield.
  
good youth
Silently praying:
 - Up against the wall!
True - the poor,
Chubami sing
Stenka.

Getting lost,
Aback over stones sins.
Gray bird
Fly in the clouds with his hands.
And hope
Carry under his shirt to fight.
Brothers, amuse!
Who buried it with him.

secure
The Light of the Sun, the soul of the publican.
And collarbone
Surprise, who was waiting loop.
And not a groan:
All in return - a cross to die.
Ash sinks
And numb sadness table.

First things first
Resins locked
In the throat.
Brava fiefdom
hone
Stakes ...

To leave a rumor, poryzhelym dawn.
 Springs back again, and the wind ...