Вадим Буклешов - Ты, деревня моя
текст песни

SL Arkady Dollar You, My Village,
Forgotten, abandoned,
Wind trails in the fields
It will not be remarkable,
Doors, windows in houses
Cross on the cross are clipped,
And Lutets Winter
On the Russian side of the road.

Etc.
Native village,
Rodney I do not know
From pain cardiac
No rescue
Gol beggars,
From grief crumbling,
That in the eternal cowor
I have not seen the light.

You, my village,
Forgotten, abandoned,
Wind trails in the fields
It will not be remarkable,
In the protected wilderness
You cost wooden
Like a fragment of the soul
How in breast wound ripped.

Etc.
Native village,
Rodney I do not know
From pain cardiac
No rescue
Gol beggars,
From grief crumbling,
That in the eternal cowor
I have not seen the light.

You are my village
Forgotten, abandoned,
Wind trails in the fields
It will not be remarkable,
You all head
Stand up, hunt me
After all, while you are dead,
Rus from the knees will not rise.

Etc.
Native village,
Rodney I do not know
From pain cardiac
No rescue
Gol beggars,
From grief crumbling,
That in the eternal cowor
I have not seen the light.
Music author: Vadim Bonleshov
Text author: Arkady Dolvar