Текст песни Михаил Шуфутинский - Батька Дон

In the glorious city of Rostov-on-Don
 I'm in the arms and drown in champagne
 And my whole life, again, goes to the bottom
 In the glorious city of Rostov-on-Don

And the Don golden domes
 Golden domes, but copper ringing
 On the fate of my bells
 Forgive me tramp dad Don

In the glorious city of Rostov-on-Don
 I love the whole hog krutanite
 I will build myself a little holiday
 And life shvarknu fiery soul

And the Don golden domes
 Golden domes, but copper ringing
 On the fate of my bells
 Forgive me tramp dad Don

I do not reproach anyone, and do not blame
 Only my life has withered on the vine
 Neither love her, no songs, no rubles
 Of betrayals and voids are not preserved

In the glorious city of Rostov-on-Don
 I hand off the footboard of the train Makhno
 Be well my dear city, do not be sad
 Will be an occasion, so we'll see tea

And the Don golden domes
 Golden domes, but copper ringing
 On the fate of my bells
 Forgive me tramp dad Don
 Oh, forgive me tramp dad Don