Текст песни Алексей Иващенко и Георгий Васильев - Иссык-кульская тоска

Sea buckthorn bushes
Emergency odor
And the moon burned the East
And in the West - shining.
Edge touched the hill slightly
Sun in the lake is lazy.
Issyk-Kulg
I quit again in the camp.

Issyk-Kul Vorkuets quietly
Only something is not in a jet.
I'm sitting under the sea buckthorn
And I sing Tikhonechko.

Above the mountains clouds
Like a whitache white foam.
Issyk-Kulg
Hurts me a throat gradually.
How beautiful Issyk-Kul
In pure lunar pose,
And for this longing
Place coefficients.

Truth in wine and exit
In it. I drink here
And sit under sea buckthorn
And I sing Tikhonechko.

Sea buckthorn bushes
Smell sethering
And thunderstorm carries east
As we have in early May.
Only here is not so.
Fuck: "R-time!" and then mom
In sea buckthorn bushes
You will find a rest.

I don't want so famously
Here to finish your life
And sit under the sea buckthorn
And I sing Tikhonechko.

With sea buckthorn bushes
Cloth crawler caterpillars
And legs to the east
I lie down, just in case.
From longing to go crazy
Just: "R-time!" - And you will become a psycho.
Probably in madomah
Also sit in a sea buckthorn.

And again ring the bottles
As a bubber ishak,
And in the back of the back
Issyk-Kulg.