Текст песни Марк Аксенов - Ивантеевка

In the land where the Berendey's thickets,
From seven hills not far away
The men of the Vanteevs decided
Put the mill on the river.

Where the shepherd went to graze cows,
Where sedge mowing grew,
The blades spun busily
Talkative mill wheels.

Chorus
Sing a song to the wind, pour the river water,
Let the years pass in succession
Ivanteevka's soul does not grow old,
A corner of the Moscow region Native

Sadness - sorrow will grind into flour!
Look at the coat of arms of the city -
Life flows and the wheel turns
So everything is still ahead!

Life flows and the wheel turns
The best is yet to come!

Climbed houses on both banks,
The village has become a town
Ivanteevka woke up in the morning
Factory woken up by a beep.

Today the wheel of that old mill
Only on the city coat of arms,
But the soul still hopes
To a happy turn in fate.

Chorus
Sing a song to the wind, pour the river water,
Let the years pass in succession
Ivanteevka's soul does not grow old,
Town of Moscow region Native

Sadness - sorrow will grind into flour!
Look at the coat of arms of the city -
Life flows and the wheel turns
So everything is still ahead!

Life flows and the wheel turns
The best is yet to come!