Текст песни Turgenev-band - Зимой в Крыму

Winter in the Crimea almost melancholy, memories hops,
 And more prose than poetry, detachable tribute.
 would go to hell to distant lands -
 In Kazan, Ryazan, Tmutarakan ... in short, in the wilderness,
 And may God aged rocks the cradle.

 In winter Crimea from similar to watercolor.
 I remember this dream in a dream in the January divorce:
 Pastel two naked bodies, flowing into bed,
 And grape moon light in fragments of amber ...
 Why do I need twenty years chilled Koktebel?

 In winter memory sweeter than candy from my childhood,
 And I through the bitter years not once looked over the edge
 His love, when in a hurry to distant lands -
 In Nakhichevan, Nazran, Taiwan ... in any wilderness.
 But God is everywhere. He still rocks the cradle.