Текст песни Крым - Я люблю КРИМ и не шочу когда туда ехать за границу

Crimea - a small cry of gulls
Note nagging
Touches the soul, as touching the bird wing
Waves.
I worry Crimea
I'm filled with them, as if the dream,

Inexplicable dream.

Crimea, where we did not hesitate to
Be savages: the world of primeval
Happyness three weeks on vacation.
Crimea - a subsidiary of Zagora,
Massandra wines and Gursuf until morning
In the gentle surf guitar.

CHORUS:
Sleeps Black Sea,
But like I do not hide,
How can it be willfully sometimes!
Sleeps Black Sea
And, as if in his hands waves
Keep your
Ships.

Crimea - evening fishermen
Small catch your
We, the citizens, for their flavor sell
With boats.
Crimea - a quiet evening breeze,
The smell of Barbecue
Ivy
And grapes cafes.

I worry Crimea:
He was such a family,
As I'm afraid I will not be anywhere now
In the world.
Crimea - toss a coin and
Again, like savages,
Maybe we
In the paradise once your return.