Текст песни Корни Озёр - Не слушай ворона

Scold dark at night,
All foggy swamps,
Tales of dreams deceptive.
All the hype, do not listen to the crow.
Only the arrow, the hand of time,
To fly silently started up.
Short run life released.
All the hype, do not listen to the crow.

Fall deep in the grass
Or pierce his chest fatigue,
Oros bit of land-mother
Scarlet blood, dark with moisture.
No water is alive or dead Rechenka
Do not bring me much before.
I'll leave the fields of Veles,
Podognёtsya beneath me heavenly bridge.

Pourable foam cup,
Plenty of revelers feasted.
He wanted to hold a cheerful mood,
Yes string the harp torn.
Scold dark at night,
All foggy swamps,
Decorating the body wounds.
All the hype, do not listen to the crow.