Текст песни Neurosmokes - Гори земелька

Don't wake up the sleeping bear
Don't stretch your hand up to your elbow into the den
The honey fermented sweetly, taking away
In cunning shackles, bear cubs cross the river
We will pick up those who have repented in the foreign forest
The bewitched will be saved by a conspiracy spell
The chill outside the window will put the damned to rest
Steam from the mouth, in the old Russian syllable
The army of enemies in dust, neuro drama in smog
Where did you go with your boot?
Our soldier is no longer yours
You can't get enough of spectacles of witch carcasses
The towns of the city are typical, gentlemen of the nobility
Let's break down the year review brick by brick
Open the loaf and stuff it
Don't stuff us with a pack of Easter cakes
The nightingale chick does not tweet to his enemies
Let the little birds pass us by
With mines, ambushes
Traps
Not just deliberately placed
Black corvids and crows circle faithfully
The porridge is greedily eaten, food is served
Baits are thrown, selkies are thrown
The yard dogs have already been let loose
Fishing prey smells, feels
The smell of the spirit of the wind, the thunder of the future
The grog-hop of the present will flow through the lips
Honor the warriors, honor the wars - without eating
Who fell with his bones under the wheels of time
Wheels of fate - little nonsense
Tighten your belt and strap on your leg
Don’t push it tighter, knit it higher
Be patient, dear
Ours are close - very close
We'll definitely do it, don't worry
In the meantime
God save the Tsar
And him, and you, and father
Don't dance around the crows
Don’t bury it in an even cache
Go into the dark waters, Charon
Illness and consumption
Not your thing
And while you
Drink in bars
Beat the drums
Rapping on your eardrums
According to the women who sit at the bar
For Amer, being a slave is not a bad thing
Au Am, do you hear?It's not a shame to be Amer's slave
Aw Am, I don’t hear what’s going on there boo boo boo boo
What are you talking about with bourbon?
Brother, it's time to give some steam
Don't let the heat out of the bathhouse
Dance with a tambourine, there's a flame around the fire
Fire tribe
Chopped in the heat of the moment
Over left shoulders
Got hot
Burn, burn clearly
Nothing is clear to you
I'm trampling the countryman with my feet
So that it doesn't go out
Emelya, the earth will change over time
You can smell it, you can feel it - the train is no longer eaten and eaten
The miller doesn't talk nonsense
We've already gotten off the ground
Feel free to give it a little more
And we exhale into collapse: fluff, smoke, dust, dust
Shaking bones on bones
Today I have a Shaman as my guest
Look how the orchid blooms
Dashingly is talking nonsense here
The lines are evenly lined up
Letters shots
Not made out of thin air
Painted with blood
Russian horseradish with mustard
You will suck up the meanings with bitterness
Oh-oh, how deep the speech
I touch the palate of the sky
Ay-ay, it's hot, the bathhouse is hot
Haze piled up
The brooms are soaked
From a bucket she poured life into a wreath
It's all water off the duck's back
Into the pond from the bridge - bridge
The white swans have flown
With whom did the mother give birth?
The debauchery led the motherless ones to the wrong place
It seems like there is an eye
They don't know how to mature
No Poseidon in sight
Filled the trident with hatred
Death took me down the aisle
Pitchforks for peasants, flowers for women
Cookies for children
Right on the liver
The boyars should shave off their left beard
Riot in the square
Dancing with a tambourine, barefoot across the coals
With drunken demons
Today we dance hard, have mercy
Burn, dear fellow, under your feet
We work, brothers, until Friday
Drunkards in a drunken stupor
Shame exposed her dress
Tell me how many bulls are in the ashes
Is it already in the ashtray?
I thought about a mule, sat down and rode
Fuck it there
Not by the teeth, but by the lips
Read: Russian is a tough nut to crack
Catch the hazel fortress