Текст песни Наджиев Игорь - Потерянная страна

How the wedding shredded in Russia:
The certificate manager is presenting
And, instead of a trio, a yellow taxi,
And the music plays in dynamics ...

And my grandfather was married in a church by candlelight,
Two crowns shone over their heads
Flickered epaulettes on the shoulders
To the beat with wise and eternal words ...

I dream, dream, dream
That it’s like I’m captive.
And at night, dear long
Delirious to my country
Lost, lost, lost
Delirious to my country
Lost, lost
The country is unique.

There the sound of prayer is clear, like a stream.
And peace in the soul and everything in the world is clear
And in the haze of fluttering candles
The bride and groom are fabulously beautiful ...

But who pulled my lot to me,
Who has me such a fate
That I'm with the bestial fierce longing
In my homeland I miss my homeland ...

Closing my eyes, I see even in the afternoon
As a troika rushes along a paved road.
And the young men decorously enter the house,
So tall, bright and spacious ...

And a taxi drives us around the city,
A taxi driver is sadly chewing on something,
And it’s impossible to save anything,
And all the more annoying music plays ...