Singer: Sergey Belikov

I consider myself city I now.
It's my job, my friends are here.
But as the night I had a dream village
Let me go do not want my native land.

There is a wall of green forest is in June
And in winter the plain is white-white.

There is warm bread smell in our house,
And runs somewhere under the mountain river,
And the way the geese are moving matter
And in the ravine bumblebee shaggy drink the dew from the flower.

I don't know, it just came out so
Destiny, not out of malice,
Don't you shirt embroidered
That I liked you.

In our time we met,
Wedding they are going to play for a long time,
For you to be a third wheel to me
Know forever meant to be.

Sings day and night on the sidelines of the native
The coveted spring forest.
And no colder and no tastier
Water in the whole Universe.
I remember on a hot day in July
Earth, stream ringing,
Like the bucket I held out
To get me drunk.
Live, spring, live,
The spring is my love
Love to land one
To the land forever native.
Live, spring, live,
The spring is my love
Love to land one
To the land forever native.

Have trouble green eyes
Not forgive, I will not spare.
Go with your head bowed,
Hide the guilty look.
In the field of tender will be released I
And cry over him.
Who invented this pain,
And for me, what is this pain?

There are women with eyes of expectation,
In their eternal buds instead of lush roses,
In them the mystery of dawn is bright daylight
They are hidden anxiety and the valley of tears...