Текст песни Сергей Григорьев - Веркола

Scattered July
Silver on the river,
And spinning lights
In the mirror.
I worry slightly
Nerves squeezing in a fist
Handing to Prababekina Vorcol.

Here she was born
And worked facing.
Sang in church
On a small closer.
And walked, they say
Holy Spirit
Sprinkling all
God's mercy.

I came here -
All native around
Russian spirit
Time is not overpowering.
And Abramov Ugor
And over the river meadow -
Forever in my memory of the vecol.