Текст песни Африка - Хоровод

Holёnye snow as widows pies - den with paws
Smoked clouds on the Neva River, hidden routes
She did not get it - he is deeply in yourself, pride - intelligent guardian.
And he drank nothing but the shot away, and that's not ours.

Shadow play is not happy, heat sinks hands
He began his reward, holiday halfway

Stars of all inside,
Is Red dance,
Saints bonfires
Because most of these stars.
Half the sky behind him,
Where nothing is wasted.
He met with the spring
In early September.

In the north, the taiga, in the south - the beard of all kinds of herbs.
He was here and there, ate, drank all this stuff, showing character.
She waited for him, started a wine - she gave a vow.
But it calls he responded dark: "I do not have today" ...

Shadow play is not happy, heat sinks hands.
She would be his reward, a holiday on the way ...

Stars of all inside,
Is Red dance,
Saints bonfires
Because most of these stars.
Half the sky behind him,
Where nothing is wasted.
He met with the spring
In early September.