Текст песни Калинов Мост - Время колокольчиков

Long walked with heat and frost,
All demolished and remained free,
Grilled snow with a porridge of birch
And grew level with the bell towers

If crying - we did not spare salt.
If the feast is a sugar cake.
Ring with black calluses
The nerve of the copper speaker was torn.

But with each passing day, times change.
Domes lost gold.
Ring up the world sticking around.
The bells are knocked down and split.

What now we go round so near
On his field as underground?
If we did not get a bell,
So, here is the time for the bells.

You're ringing, heart, under your shirt.
In a hurry all around the crow.
Hey! Extract the indigenous with a crotch
And we rush to four sides.

But how many years the horse is not forged,
No wheel is smeared.
There are no whips. Saddles are stolen.
And for a long time all knots have been untied.

And on the rain all the roads are rainbow!
The fat is in the fire. Do not we laugh today?
But if there is a bell under the arc,
So, that's all. Charge, let's go!

Zagremim, zavistim, click,
Searches to the bone, to the tips.
Hey, brother! You chew the liver
Terrible laughter of Russian bells?

Century chewing matyugi with prayers.
We live a century, though we have made balls.
Sleep and drink for days and liters.
And we do not sing. To sing already have weaned.

We are waiting for a long time. Everyone went dirty,
From that, they became similar,
And in the rain were different.
Most of them are honest, good.

And may the Tsar-Bell be broken,
We came with black guitars.
After all, big bits, blues and rock and roll
We were bewitched with the first blows.

And in the chest of a spark of electricity.
Hats in the snow - and a jerk.
Svistoplyas - glorious paganism.
I love the time of the bells.

(author Alexander Bashlachev)