Текст песни Борис Кинер и Михаил Цитриняк - Горный приют

& quot; Don-dum-dum-dong & quot; -
Copper mouth of an ancient tower.
House, where is your house?
Whose are you, whose? Let not our right?
Deaf into darkness
Klichet mountain echo.
That the answer to it?
He was was, but left.

Our garden is rich -
The call sheet, sweet grapes.
Near sunset -
Get off the horse and throw the reins.
I met you, as a leader,
Full fur.
And in response to the rain -
He was was, but left.

& quot; Whose whose you whose? & quot; -
Weaves a guttural sound of the creek -
& quot; Days and Nights
Wrangler, the traveler odd & quot ;.
But there is wine,
Pei on the road - not a hindrance.
And in response to all the same -
He was was, but left.

In fact, it is seen that
There are secret forces supreme:
The house, abandoned house,
But the earth still breathing.
Wherever any saddling
You ridges proud rivers
But - it's time to go home -
He was was, but left.