Текст песни Кипелов - На крутом берегу

Vulture circling in the sky
With each stroke of squeezing circles
In this frenzied jump
I fly almost touching the ground
Something drives me
Someone will, cold calculation
Rusty chain jingling
Time turns the wheel of his

Life without faith, without a goal,
I checked fracture
Light and shadow over share
Territory in my heart
Behind whistles and barks
Ahead ledyanyaschaya haze
Once again, the promised paradise
He turned evil refuge

How to keep my horse
On the steep bank
How not to disappear in the darkness
Day after day, cursing fate
How not to go astray
Do not betray either himself or others
To stand in mortal combat
Prompt me, Lord, prompt

Vulture circling in the sky
Three hundred years it peck carrion
Fresh blood drunk
Falcon flies towards the sun to die

And I rush after him
I drink this cup to the dregs
But I'm waiting, waiting for an answer
From heaven where the darkness thickens.

How to keep my horse
On the steep bank
How not to disappear in the darkness
Day after day, cursing fate
How not to go astray
Do not betray either himself or others
To stand in mortal combat
Prompt me, Lord, prompt

How to keep my horse
On the steep bank
How not to disappear in the darkness
Day after day, cursing fate
How not to go astray
Do not betray either himself or others
To stand in mortal combat
Prompt me, Lord, do not be silent.
Live contrary.
Live contrary.
Live contrary.