Текст песни истерический дог feat. борис пастернак - за поворотом

Boris Pasternak

After the turning

Alert, alert
At the entrance into the thicket,
Chirping bird on a bough
Easy, tantalizingly.

She chirps and sings
On the eve of boron,
As if guarding the entrance
The forest holes.

Under her branches, fallen trees,
Above it, the clouds,
In the forest ravine around the corner
Keys and steeper.

Pile of tree stumps, logs
Lying deadwood.
The cold water and wetlands
Snowdrop blooms.

A bird believes in a vow,
In his roulades
And do not let the threshold of
Who is not necessary.

For turning in the depths
Forest log,
Finish my future
Verneuil collateral.

It is not in dispute vtyaneshsya
And not zalastish.
It is wide open, as boron,
All deep into all open.