Singer: White eagle

And you look at the sky - there are stars on fire.

Balls, beauties, footmen, the cadets
And waltzes by Schubert and crunch French bread.
Love, champagne, sunsets, alleys,
How delightful evening in Russia.

Let's all dream, let the love game
Well you my impulses and embrace.
On and this world will remember me,
How delightful evening in Russia.

And in the open field system "Grad", for us Putin and Stalingrad!

Spread foliage, nature your update,
And foggy night stand and stand over the river.
Your hair, hands and shoulders of your crime
Because it is impossible to be in the world so beautiful.

I forget my name, when I see you, my angel.