Текст песни Побережье - За околицей

on the outskirts
Mus. A. Kuznetsov
Sl. A. Kuznetsov

Only the thought of your touch light eyes
Come out into the yard
Yes, let the wind you through the snow to dance
Barefoot
Remember when we used to go to a distant forest
Yes, at the light.
And as the black star, but your feet
I fell into your life
  on the outskirts

And as the spring wind, I flew to a star
Let not my
And you, brother, oh, come on, do not yawn, pour
drink. Do not be sorry
Do not be sorry about anything, tomorrow is the last day
our fate set aside
For fun, and in the evening we
again in the fight
  on the outskirts

And in the battle stray travushku watered
frisky krovushkoy
Paid for Russia, for your and my
Her head I
I am a bit of land a feed, it is necessary to me
grow grass
And you're there in the distance waiting for me at the window
Yes hangs the moon
  on the outskirts