Текст песни Константин Вихляев - Крымский рим

Let no one came aksenovsky island
A century turned extreme,
I invite you, Count Cagliostro,
Compete in the immortality of the Crimea,
Not in immortality, so in self-indulgence
Our sun-damaged homelands.
We did not know the embrace of the wolf,
But our Bear superb.

Outwardly it looks very similar:
The same folly and love intrigues,
What were venerable doji,
Hiding wives Genoese tower.

All, perhaps, should be repeated
From tridents to the beach pictures
For samsa - the same pizza,
A boot is so similar to boot!

Here in Venice, Piazza San Marco,
There are pigeons, as if on parade.
And in the quiet of the park Vorontsov -
The same birds and the same crap.

For Giovanni, Peter and Kerim
Firmament same blue.
That is what is missing for the Crimea -
Oranges. I want to oranges!