Текст песни Дмитрий Ревякин и Ветер Воды - В Устье Лены

At the mouth of the Lena

Barefoot, firm step,
Out ring hair.

From the air handfuls of blue drink,
The trails look skies.
Wheel white cloud
Attracts and leads the community.
Warmly beating Ob in hand,
Free black stone silent.
I was lucky - in the long twilight
The cry went around the muddy slough.
And yesterday died as a grief,
How many of you remember sung

I never go back to where the teeth apart
Tore the soul and you removed,
It brought to mind at once.

It is not known copper-rings
Breast grab right up to the neck;
In the spring bend mountaineers
Eyebrows and hide in the rustling;
Come Darkshore
Oaths, fires and rites;
Surprise at noon ripe gam
Dancing rumors and retribution.
Light passing yards,
What burned without smoke.
Chest to open inquiries
To find your name.
Met a fate-junk
Plunge the first lap.
And advice: & quot; out of the hands look, & quot; -
Hong blow to the mouth of the Lena.