Текст песни Андрей Цыбин - Ярмарка

In the lower city is now a fair
And the owners are waiting for guests
And I came to the feast and brought gifts
But it didn’t make me happier

Here ... ... ...
Ancient walls breathe with moss, iron crate
You protect everything, bird of paradise; beats the wing.

Running deer asks for water key
He has long thrown horns to the ground
He was seen off with a red-hot arrow
And before they promised bliss

And I came to a country without a name.
He started the walls, but I can’t take it.
Here people live in repentance.
He has nothing to wait for.

Running deer asks for water key
He has long thrown horns to the ground
He was seen off with a red-hot arrow
And before they promised bliss

In the lower city is now a fair ...