Текст песни Король и Шут - О, Как Грустна Вечерняя Земля...

Ball restored at a studio in Hollywood in 2014
Music and lyrics: M. and A. Gorshenev Balunov

Oh, how sad the evening earth,
Mysterious fog over the marsh
fog over the marsh
And wandered through the swamps I
Lamenting feebly someone

Bitter tears
Magic, healing days
Why you need not tormented me?
I was, I am
I feel revenge

But that night I was devastated
But someone in the joke with me all the plays

I have no regrets throw mists,
swamps, rivers and lakes
And give herself to death in my arms
I will forget the city.

Who before his death many times suffered
Who flew over the ground
Tired knows flour all mirrors
All reflect. Fire and cross grave.

Strange eye color warns us
The hour, and we will hear you
I sing a song in the swamp
Animals in the bush, they want to eat

I'm covered in mud
Better dreams
Where is my tale

Oh, how sad the evening earth,
Mysterious fog over the marsh
I'm leaving, and the wind does not believe me,
Well, I forgive him
....
As long as I live