Текст песни
Preserve my speech forever for the taste of misfortune and smoke
For the resin of circular patience, for the conscientious tar of labor
As the water in village wells should be black and sweet
So that by Christmas the star might be reflected in it like seven fins
I am no longer a child! You, grave
Don't dare teach the hunchback, be silent!
I speak for everyone with such force
So that the palate becomes heaven, so that lips
Crack like pink clay!
And for this, my father, my friend and my rough helper
I, an unacknowledged brother, an outcast in the people's family
Promise to build such dense log cabins
So that Genghis Khan could lower princes into them in a bucket
I am no longer a child! You, grave
Don't dare teach the hunchback, be silent!
I speak for everyone with such force
That the roof of your mouth becomes heaven, that your lips
Crack like pink clay!
If only these frozen scaffolds would love me
Where they take aim and swing like a baseball bat
For this I will walk my whole life in an iron shirt
And find an axe handle for a legendary execution in the forests
I am no longer a child! You, grave
Don't dare teach the hunchback, be silent!
I speak for everyone with such force
That the roof of your mouth becomes heaven, that your lips
Crack like pink clay!
I am no longer a child! You, grave
Don't dare teach the hunchback, be silent!
I speak for everyone with such force
That the roof of your mouth becomes heaven, that your lips
Crack like pink clay!
