Song: Where we do not

Where was born there and handy, so they say like,
But the edge, where to use I never became my home.

Share Russian, we on this proportion in the proportion in full right,
The Motherland will not let go, spawned by herself - she strangled.
And instead of tears from her birch juice...

It is good there where we are not,
There are in fact eternal summer, and the house in bad weather.
Oh, grief, what not in money happiness,
And then I two times could happiness be stolen.
And tearing to pieces, as if a hundred through
And let the wind I that stole from the Treasury.
In exile wanted my heart deeply buried,
The gardens of Paradise there, Yes, but I have still the volume.

And sorrow, what not in money happiness,
But it would, I once or twice could happiness be stolen.