Текст песни Андрей Земсков - Ладони Крыма

Easy like a butterfly from the Tatar sword,
The soul soars.
And that life was rosy-easy -
It does not happen ...

And often the little things, we seem to be stronger
The world wingless ...
But, thank God, we are given eight days
Rendezvous with the Crimea!

We are on the rocks burning bush
Under the eternal sunshine
Burns so that we seemed icy
The water in the well,

And milk - delicious and sweet Crimean wines.
And the hot wind
It is easy to dissipate our long spleen -
Longing for the summer.

A summer fun Mach katerke
Pirate flag,
Shimmering red ogonёchkom campfire
By Ayu Dag

And not spared our shoulders - and we in his
Surf rushed,
Because of the long winters without remembering anything,
Himself envy.

We will dream this sunny Gursuf
Irresistible!
We were eight days easy to keep on weight
The palms of the Crimea,

We sang softly Black Sea Wave
Or she whispered.
And the wings of a butterfly trembled, but she
I do not leave.

July 2012.