Текст песни Мой Кузбасс - Мой Кузбасс родной

From the places of relatives in Dali only the breeze will fuss -
I immediately feel - he is someone else's for me
Kuzbass, my Earth, I am so long,
When we divide you.
I miss so your winds of lovers,
In other people's edges, not so thoughtfully rain
There are no such birches, whistling among maple
And the sun does not look so sad.
My Kuzbass is native: Pine age,
Strong rains above the river wave,
My Kuzbass native - the bright edge of Russia -
Eternal love my love.
In winter, Siberian frosts crack,
Spring from bright herbs spread their carpet.
From the transfer there colors of the July dew -
It burns a negated bonfire.
Let in the southern cities of a little bit at the summer,
But I do not have a mile of forests in my native edge,
And in the autumn your solar bouquets.
Kuzbass native, your appearance is forever Yun.