Текст песни Ростислав Чебыкин - Нижний Горький

As from the Volga to the Oka
Bold haulers
trampled bumps
Yes Hills.
I would sleep soundly,
Prick the spindle,
But lurking behind the window
Lower Gorky.

What if I do not sing well,
Whether the center on the edge of -
Common sense fell in battle
With the situation.
A storm hit -
Brakes failed
And the goat bleated
At Pokrovka.

Over bridges breathes spirit
Wood pimped.
My tram ringing beneath splash
Barely rides
On the intricate fracture,
Where good davilos evil
And he waved his wing
Dark Swan.

You carry me, fox,
For beautiful eyes
Where blue and turquoise
Lush slide.
But save and protect
From vague bustle
And ever bring back
In Lower Gorky.