Текст песни Юрий Аделунг - Давно уже привык с подругой-аркебузой

It has long been accustomed to a friend - arquebus
In a disturbing hour of the night to share his bed.
But a few days strung like beads,
On thin life, flimsy as floss.

Now for his life, and I would not give a penny.
Fortune winked, went for a walk with the other.
Sedoe crows have long been accustomed to the volleys,
And the bell tired to sing a funeral hymn.

Shirts for bandages - God will not okoleem,
Do you see the smoke of a large fireplace?
There comes a feast Mount, where the crows - lackeys.
The fire had already fanned the ominous fireman.

Good luck not to look - without us luck whoredoms.
Idol is not found - he who pays the great.
We are not one throne presented on a platter.
And no one lit a fire on the throne.

We are waiting for the fate hit the drums,
By sight scorer squinted stuck.
Already burning wick and ready-bath.
Jubilant crows, and the bell was hoarse.