Текст песни Бутырка - Керасиновая лампа

There is a wooden hut on the edge of the village,
Surrounded by a poplar ramshackle house
Old people live there,
They believe in God with good,
Old people live there,
They believe in God with good.

Chorus:
Kerosene lamp - the smell of the native,
Zhivorussky village on the road,
Kerosene lamp - the wick smokes,
Let the light not go out, because the soul hurts for them,
Let the light not go out, because the soul hurts for them.

Sweet fruit blooms in the front gardens
But I have not heard children's laughter here for a long time -
Scattered around the country, making money,
But in a dream they come to them anyway
Scattered around the country, making money,
But in a dream they come to them anyway.

Chorus.