Текст песни Wine - Хозяин тайги

Oh, a lot passed, more to go
 Oh, it's hard, oh yes he had to
 Chu, a bird is flying across the sky ... from the last forces
 Luk got it out, and pulled the bowstring

 And then the bird-goose says to him in a human voice
 Let me go, good fellow, I'll be of some use to you.

 Well, fly to the little children, and I'll go on
 And to go to him - that a rock in the sky to fly
 Kerosene in the mouth, where are you, my happiness?
 Yes, here you are - nose to nose bear

 And then the owner of the taiga tells him in a human voice
 Kohl kill me, it will be bad for you
 Here are these, brother, pies

 Seven iron loaves, seven iron boots
 The blood is bled, yes its tracks are red
 Lying in the filthy grass, but going to die
 All one is not life - but thirty-three troubles

 Oh, it's not the time to die, the key is not found yet.
 Useful in the field head
 In the field on the ground, a white-combustible stone
 And on the rock are broken words

 If you turn back, you'll be alive and well.
 You will be drunk, you will be full and shod
 And to the left live painted cats
 And to the right you do not call, do not wait

 And if you go straight - it will be bad for you
 You'll bleed blood, but you'll lose your horse.
 Do not turn your face to a good turn
 Yes, and I do not have a horse

 For a long time, it was short, eight years, eight winters
 The blood came out, and the beard grew
 As he came, he found it, looked, and left
 And what I saw, so it's not about you question

 Kohl lie on the stove, but bite the kalachi
 Not for you, oh yes not about you question
 All lie on the stove, but bite the kalachi
 So what with such, as you lazy demand?