Текст песни Ремонт Воды - Багров

On the spoiled plains
From the walking of tractors
Wears the insides of taking out
Dazzling Bagrov

It is roomy and humid
As a desert wand
If the lung shows,
That's huge, on two

poles of its immense
On the membrane and the horn
And on a feather, probably
Gold, on the side

At Bagrov's feet-knitting needles,
The arms of the boar
He who knows how to marry
On a blade of grass, from pollen

Waiting for an exciting child,
And the bend of the river
Is not Bagrova a grandchild
Worship ... Bitter

Dreams and harsh,
Sweet reprimand of creatures
Teaching Bagrova
The naught is at the ready.