Текст песни Игорь Белый - Болото

Come out of the woods at sunset, and there Em Am7 H7 Em
Single Swamp aging temple. Am7 D9 G
I will not give it, f # f
Yes, no one asks. Em Am
Look in passing, as a trail laid down, Em Am7 H7 Em
And so the long winter have enough heat, Am7 D9 G
Remember what was floating over the marsh Am7 H7 C9
Lonely bluish tint. Am7 H7 Em

If there is water in these godforsaken lands,
He sits in the evenings in the summer at a party,
Urges forget about affairs
And it beats hat ground.
And when the summer will hide in a fox hole,
Water with leshim stands on the Jurassic,
To night on Icy wind
Meet the new fall.

And marsh drags a crust of ice,
Under that trouble lurks silently
For someone who once here
He looked casually;
In the brown earth anguish and guilt,
Where rare sunrises and sunsets are red,
Where the swamp on one side,
And on the other - do not swamp.

10/14/96,
Moscow, Printers