Акустический лес - Вятский причал
текст песни

Not far from the Vyatka pier
One wind, sun and water
And the saleswoman didn’t know the seeds
Whom the road led home

Why do I need a house when my native pipes
They play a funeral march for me at night
Her lover was not afraid of Buddha
And every day I didn’t see my floor

Her portrait was covered with shoe polish
The ends under water from Russian troubles
I melt men's tears like paraffin
And love has its own ban

So we will sing and drink a sonnet for a long time
I didn't know what I had done
And he will wander around the world for a long time
As if a demon had tricked him by the nose

Not far from the Vyatka pier...