Текст песни Рубикон - Дурь Волгаря - Белая Свастика Солнца

In steppe and the steppe - no puddles or wells
And just around the cold, and even laughs
Printed in the eyes - can not escape
White Swastika sun

As forth to our day colorful parrot
Discussions in the kitchen - it's what we know
For this we have our own birdie old scores
And in the desert only snow but rare Omet
And we do not plow nomads we do not sow
And apart from their troubles with each public have
It may have been happy, to get lost in a cross
But if in the center of a shame, what is on the ground
Whether singing a song, or crying wail
Drunken Mozart on the strings like Batu for Russia
If the blood on the guitar so it and fun
I'll propyl, and you give me pour vodka

In steppe and the steppe would like to keep warm
I would like to drink, but the water is not given
Raskhmylilas, Dawn
White Swastika sun

In steppe and the steppe - like that's going
And on top of a blue sky without shores yes, without a bottom
So blinded me now, my back burn out
White Swastika sun