Текст песни Митяев Геннадий - Родное село

Where is the dew the size of a pea, the trills of the nightingale
There is a good village - I was born there
Clouds and swans soar over the village
And the summer roads are dusty to the sky
Chorus
All that is dear to the heart
And the village is calling
My surname lives there for three hundred years
My surname lives there for three hundred years
II
There, under a clear month, the girls sing
Are they waiting for me at the old mill
In addition to aunt Nastya, there are also relatives
Saying hello to everyone is enough for three days
III
Where a star burns low above the field
And with me as with a loved one
Silently speaks
There is a Russian side - I'm in love with it
Address: Kursk region, Solntsevsky district