Текст песни Гена Крок - Красной нитью

The common thread is embroidered on the shirt swastika
Rubles wood stove heats the mother,
Outside, Russia. White winter
Stored skies native land.

I was born at the crossroads of epochs,
Accustomed to vsemu.Ne find him in surprise.
Let your emotions sometimes get the upper hand,
So often the result, and laugh or cry.

Poher meaning of events in years,
Gleanings verosozdany in folk superstitions.
Boots on his feet. On hand gloves.
And instantly grab iny beard and eyelashes.

Clear skies beckon moon
Dvina familiar to the forest path,
There is an age-old oak tree is like the wise men.
Here the ancestors of the gods praise.

The common thread is embroidered on the shirt swastika
Rubles wood stove heats the mother,
Outside, Russia. White winter
Stored skies native land.

Ilyuyuzornaya war. Illusory world.
But the enemies of Odal - roll up a feast.
Sings Soul. Dancing body.
And the same craft, he gave altogether.

Otozvutsya echoed a million questions,
He knows the nature of the new Lomonosov.
A series of discoveries lie ahead.
He opened a swan flying high.

Force will not run out as long as we have faith in.
And if you do something, then do it now.
The will and the decision of changing the way
Today we praise the gods.

The common thread is embroidered on the shirt swastika
Rubles wood stove heats the mother,
Outside, Russia. White winter
Stored skies native land.

It is my - native land.
For it will become a mountain.

The common thread is embroidered on the shirt swastika
Rubles wood stove heats the mother,
Outside, Russia. White winter
Stored skies native land.