Текст песни А. Леонов, Е. Маняхина - Вы зовите меня, Кудряши

I lived in a noisy Moscow saw a hot Tashkent,
And I lived in the capitals, and in the wilderness ...
There sunset and sunrise are not similar to those
That caress my Kudryashov.

The smell of pine trees and grass, the air is fresh and tasty,
And Dewdrop - lightning fires.
Like taking years, pine asleep all the Well
Just as a child just above them.

That string sorting, the breath of furs,
A voice nightingale flies
In the quiet surface of lakes in warm windows of houses
Reflects my childhood.

That's what the evening will go through the village
To the bow right up to the cross.
Each step is familiar to me, though the building grow,
Look for all homes.

Met in the way of those who grew up with me,
Will talk about that and about this.
Though a long walk - my native area
It fits in my heart.

My native area ... No, rather, I - yours!
Let go of me you do not rush!
Far from roads, you call me home,
You call me, Curly!