Текст песни ОЛЕГ МИТЯЕВ - Она живет на берегу Томи

Western Siberia

D. Tkachev
Western Siberia
Fifty Frost -
The land of true winters
And pure snowdrifts in growth.
Here me in the midst of the snow
Waiting if a friend doesn’t count,
Few men
And some others.

Chorus.
She lives on the banks of the Tommy
And from the slanting from the Tatar eyes
In my gossip the sun aches,
Probably every time
When in the morning to university
Goes onto the Moscow highway alone,
And no one to stop
More beautiful than she.

Drives my friend KAMAZ
Afternoon on the glass of swamps,
And I write everything about us
Song for the New Year.
Chill pattern weaves,
The country is waiting for the holiday,
Men are waiting, and waiting
She is with her mother.

Chorus.

And in that week
Snow will fly like fluff
Friend will bring home
Snow and cedar spirit.
Guys will fall
Let us sing and sing
And in the window lights
They will burn all night.
For the old year, for us
Speak speeches
A friend starts KAMAZ,
And we will go to her.