Текст песни Сергей Дон - Степь

Oh, you are a steppe without end and edge
Everything is silent, only a flock of winds,
Feather grass oppresses, and everything fell silent in silence
I walk, treading, on my native land

Boarded up doors, shutters of the house
The banks of the backwater are swampy
No bird screams, no feather grass rustles
And only the wind carries the black dust of fire

The traveler froze all over to say, not a word
Everything is destroyed, there is no home
At the porch, neither sit nor drink water
Fate played a joke on him - an evil bird

Where to look now like the wind in the field
Mother of her father, if only they were free
Drink a cup of bitter, to know such a share
And the soul is silent and cries out in pain!

He bowed down at his native remains
I couldn't hold back my tears, so I cried quietly
He wanted to say, just a lump in my throat
As if it was some kind of bad dream

He raised his eyes, looked beyond the horizon
The wind bends feather grass on the steppe sings
I got up quietly, wandered where my eyes were looking
And over the whole earth, clouds fly