Текст песни Сергей Трофимов - Навашино

On the river, on the Oka, far from the capitals,
In a town called Navashino,
The hard-working people live on the sly.
In a simple way, in Russian, in our way.
The hard-working people live on the sly.
In a simple way, in Russian, in our way.

Without concealing black thoughts, keeping a kind word,
Together they share both troubles and joys.
If you stumble, they will understand, they will take you away from sin
And they will help in illness and old age.
If you stumble, they will understand, they will take you away from sin
And they will help in illness and old age.

Here in ancient land like a bird's wing
Heavenly grace slept.
And in the shadow of springs, the secret of long centuries
Everything sounds like a capercaillie song.
And in the shadow of springs, the secret of long centuries
Everything sounds like a capercaillie song.

May New York and Paris give shine and prestige
I am dearer than the decorated bustle
On the river, on the Oka, far from capitals
A town called Navashino.
On the river, on the Oka, far from capitals
A town called Navashino.
A town called Navashino.