Текст песни Олег Макин - Над Вяткой, над рекой

After wandering and hundreds of roads
In his father's house going back
I was young and I can see he is guilty,
That is when you are not saved.

My marvelous light Rus
My delight, my pain, my sadness
Head hot, removing the knapsack from his shoulder,
Thy wind field and get drunk!

Oh Vyatka over the river mists pour milk,
Aroma stacks stretching far
Oh on the river Vyatka unsolved peace
OH YYYY
With the passage of time takes a dashing youth!

I walk in the silence of the sunset
Each ear feels familiar
Nope -peshkom greater happiness,
Barefoot, in his father's house to return back

Oh Vyatka over the river mists pour milk,
Aroma stacks stretching far
Oh on the river Vyatka unsolved peace
OH YYYY
With the passage of time takes a dashing youth!

Oh, my dear side,
You meet me as a wife
Pearls of growing up, fresh juice of birch
And a bed of pure flax!
Oh Vyatka over the river mists pour milk,
Aroma stacks stretching far
Oh on the river Vyatka unsolved peace
OH YYYY
With the passage of time takes a dashing youth!