Текст песни Пикник - У самой чистой реки нет берегов...

Again silent hard all about one thing:
Today, the club opens the season Lepers
Just whisper doors, houses,
Only the rustle of steps, rustling steps.

In the purest grass roots no
At the very clean river no shores

You leave the shelter, crossed the threshold,
Past the gray shadows and dull yards
Oh, ma-mama, oh mama, oh,
By dull gray yards.

In the purest grass roots no
At the very clean river no shores

All mixed up, All merged into one
How many eyes see, but
Remember only the sun, the sun is one,
The sun is one ...

No banks, no shores ...

All vernetsya you hang out again
Two flags of their sorrow and love
Proydet seven o'clock or seven centuries,
All will be the same sorrow and love.

In the purest herbs no roots
At the very clean river no shores

Again silent napryazhenno all about one thing:
Today Prokazhennyh Club opens the season
Proydet seven o'clock or seven centuries
Only the rustle of steps, rustling steps.

No banks, no shores ...