Текст песни Контора - О, как грустна вечерняя земля...

Restored Ball in the studio in Hollywood in 2014
Music and lyrics: M. and A. Gorshenev Balunov

Oh, how sad the evening earth,
Mysterious fog over the marsh
  fog over the marsh
And wandered through the swamps, I
Lamenting feebly someone

bitter tears
Magic, healing days
Why do you vainly tormented me?
I was, I have
I feel revenge

But that night I was devastated
But someone in jokes all plays with me

Without regret, I'll throw the mists,
swamps, rivers and lakes
And give herself to death in my arms
I will forget the city.

Who before his death many times suffered
Who flew over the ground
Tired knows flour all mirrors
All reflect. Fire and cross grave.

Strange color eye warns us
Nearing the hour, and we will hear you
I sing the song of the marsh
Animals in the bush, they want to eat

I'm covered in mud
Better to dream
Where are my fairy tale

Oh, how sad the evening earth,
Mysterious fog over the marsh
I'm leaving, and the wind does not believe me,
Well, I will forgive him
....
As long as I live