Текст песни Мастер Гриша - Этот город деревянный на реке...

This city on the river wood -
like a finger ring on his hand;
let Porec each vzgorok familiar to me
five fingers - a ring on one!

Eco miracle - smells like a forest sidewalk,
smells planks garden and barn;
in the marshes, where not stand granite,
wooden country stands.

And submit: the same fate,
as the wooden hut of logs;
year on year - not a feather, so the ax -
That wall, that the shutters, that's home.

Wait-wait, so listen to the cold of the windows,
Yes Know logs tossed into the fire;
well, windows zapoteyut from heat -
Thank God! If only the roof is not flowing!