Текст песни Михаил Калинкин - Это - Крым

06/27/2015

This is the Crimea, the smell of hot meat and Sea
This noise cypresses and gentle sunlight
And in the world no anger, no death, no pain,
Nothing is no more. Nothing is no more.

This is the Crimea, it is tough yellow leaf brine,
It's light poles, it's red crab claw,
It crushed red berries dogwood wounds
It's all for me. It's all for me.

And I dreamed again -
We live in one country,
We fly like a flock of birds,
No customs frontiers,
And from Kushka to the Kuriles,
Scarlet flame burn,
And for every open
The glorious world with the name of the Crimea.

It is the sun and the sea is your infinite dimensions
This simple happiness bottomless bag
And awakened my sweet children's faith
The fact that we will always be with you good
This is the Crimea.

A summer blue dash
We are living writing essays,
And you do not want to leave,
For heat strip.
Again, excuses
Problems and tasks
Thick waiting ...
There are somewhere in the island of Crimea.