Текст песни Людмила Иванова - Хвойная

YOU WAIT FOR ME PROMISE

In golden boots shod,
Not subject to autumn rains
The tar aroma is wrapped,
Smiling on sunny days ...

My village, beloved Coniferous,
Where the pine trees on the yellow sands
Sineva guard the lake
And the wind is creeping in the branches.

In the old park, the creaky swing
Again, they don’t let children forget,
Grandma’s hands, the best,
Where from troubles I found shelter ...

My village, beloved Conifer!
Leaving ... forgive and goodbye.
Why is my soul troubled?
You wait for me promise!