Текст песни Новая волна - Юрмала

Jurmala
( Namin - Kharitonov )

From the sea, the wind blew in the middle of the day
This brought me to the city of Jurmala .
Like the leaves torn , spun and
They were forwarded to me .

Jurmala , Jurmala , Jurmala , Jurmala ...

Spun young pine trees between houses
And the cloud departed from the cold ;
And remains in memory flashing amber
What counted until January .

Jurmala , Jurmala , Jurmala , Jurmala ...

From the sea, the wind blew in the middle of the day
This brought me to the city of Jurmala .
Like the leaves torn , spun and
They were forwarded to me .

Jurmala , Jurmala , Jurmala , Jurmala ...