Сергей калугин - Покой и свобода
текст песни

White smoke,
Rises with a cloud.
Bright and gray,
In the blue of heaven.
I hear the rustle of herbs
I see the heather of your hills.
The world of my dreams.
Homon Ruchev,
Flowing crystal.
In the middle of the eternal oak -
Peace and freedom ...

An hour will come
And sins will forgive me.
And I will meet the dawn
In the middle of your hills.
Taking the staff in the hand,
I'll go through the country with a vagabond
My dreams.
Where is the scream of Orlov,
Starting wing
Above the rocky ridge -
Peace and freedom,
Peace and freedom ...