Текст песни Артур Вишенков - ДЕРЕВЕНЬКА

In the village of Little You are on Zavaling,
Tuluochik old I love so much
Little light you mammy in the morning
Meet my first zory

Rosa playful, all silver
The fog is hardened by the field.
A little bit over Ivoy me a trill beautiful
Sings a nightshushka - it's time to get up

The village, the village I will come back here.
Town, Town Put my shoulder,
Woofing me cool, drink from the spring.
I need a lot for happiness? Remember the childhood of a guy.

Oh, as I like sometimes from the city's noise
Go home to my roots
Where the distance is wide, where blue is deep.
I hurry with a bow me to native edges.

Life is fleeting. Where are you zarechny?
There, my childhood was a bright.
Old Mama in the village of Little,
In the memories of your heat