Текст песни Красносолнышко - Эхо зимних стуж

Where is my house?
Over seven mountains, behind seven seas,
for seven winds - somewhere there is my house.
Where is my house?
On a hill high, without doors and windows,
stands alone - come to my house.

Time ripe berries, to take off and fall,
but not compressed field of our Russian souls.
Where there have not been a delight to me,
Oh you are my share - echoes of the cold of winter.

Where is my house?
Whether prophetic dream dreams, a wounded bird,
torn page, where are you my house?
Where is my house?
Where the living water, where the land is wet,
the song has been deleted - it is my home.

Time ripe berries, to take off and fall,
but not compressed field of our Russian souls.
Where there have not been a delight to me,
Oh you are my share - echoes of the cold of winter.