Текст песни Михаил Струков - Шаман

Where the sun rises,
Where the blizzard sweeps
Where the hills enveloped the fog,
Day and night
His song sings
An old wise Siberian shaman.
This song is for those,
Who does not seek comfort?
By the wicked big cities,
Who, forgetting about coziness,
Looking for his truth
By the Siberian dense forests.
And the old man, as in a forgotten betrayal,
Drinks with cedar cones tea
And everyone whispers his wedge
 "The sun is red, shine brighter!"

Bay, hit the tambourine, Bey
In the tambourine, the shaman.
The wind carries a song across Siberia.
Bay, hit the tambourine, Bey
In the tambourine, shaman,
There, where the red sun rises.

This song sings
Biryusa and Onot
From Baikal to the Sayan mountains,
Among the Tuva steppes
It was sung by the Yenisei,
Blowing to the icy ocean.

According to the Kodar Ridges,
Yes, in the Chara sands
Among the swamps and boundless snows,
Waking up from the ice floes,
Sang the mighty Vitim,
Coming out of steep banks.

And the old man, as in a forgotten betrayal,
Drinks with cedar cones tea
And everyone whispers his wedge
"The sun is red, shine brighter!"

Bay, hit the tambourine, Bey
In the tambourine, the shaman.
The wind carries a song across Siberia.
Bay, hit the tambourine, Bey
In the tambourine, shaman,
There, where the red sun rises.

Someone is waiting for change
Among the stone walls,
Only here is its special law -
Ruled freestyle
By the vastness of Siberia, -
This was the way it was from the beginning of time.

And neither people,
Neither bear claws
Do not be afraid of a stubborn shaman,
Like giving him
This power
The immense forest ocean.

And he sings under the moonlight,
Drinks with cedar cones tea
And everyone whispers his wedge
"The sun is red, shine brighter!"

Bay, hit the tambourine, Bey
In the tambourine, the shaman.
The wind carries a song across Siberia.
Bay, hit the tambourine, Bey
In the tambourine, shaman,
There, where the red sun rises.