Текст песни Аркадий Манджиев - Моя маленькая Элиста

Far, far beyond the ridge of hills
Like a mirage you rise above the earth
And the hot swell of your white houses
A tear is rushing into my eyes.
In the immense steppe you are like a pure crystal
My little Elista
My little Elista.

Above you the vast blue of heaven
Waves cling to your feet
And saiga herds crumple steppe wormwood,
Covering everything with puffs of dust.
And you won’t immediately understand what your beauty is,
The inconspicuous Elista
The inconspicuous Elista.

Cranes of cranes fly over you
Silent Trill Lark,
And the mare’s eyes look with love
On a frolic foal.
And the steppes unmeasured kindness
Surrounding you, Elista,
Surrounds you, Elista.

Griefing grief grips the heart -
Alas, we forget a lot
In my city, as if in my youth I will return
We remember and know a lot.
My bright sadness and sadness
My little Elista
My little Elista.