Текст песни Оксана Молодцова - Избы

Just close my eyes -
The huts are interleaved.
The huts, cottages stand
In their old way.
 
There is bread, water,
Will Russia ever
There are strong hands,
Children and grandchildren are,
Children and grandchildren will be.
 
So do they worship -
Ancient native huts,
And people living in them,
For each of the holy moment.
 
Nursing their work
Russia, the people, their home.
So do they worship -
Ancient native huts.
 
Backs bend below
Portly gentlemen,
You in Moscow and Paris
The huts are always fed.
 
Just close my eyes -
The huts are interleaved,
The huts, cottages stand
In their old way.