Текст песни Потерянная пичужка - Колыбельная

Smoke factories, the noise is far.
The wind drives the clouds;
Bucket breaks the forest wide,
Like reed branches.

Mines black basket
The smell of soot, fuel oil.
There is a mining town
Tomorrow will be erected.

Sleeps among the layers of rock
Oil is a whole river.
There are machine tools factory,
Towers spire tears clouds.

Lulled by siren,
Sleep, iron lord.
Fossil permanent
God is a giant.

January snow sweeps out
Ash fresh traces,
The breed drill cuts through
Rushing to the nucleolus of the Earth.

The howling of machines and the cry of iron -
Lullaby of winter.
Sleep, my destroyer of the forest,
Sleep until spring.