Текст песни Сурган Валерий - На себя махну рукой

The waving your arms, I heal slowly,

Mastering house above the river, To the window staring willow,

That with the river in the evening sang gudochek steamer

What would be another hundred grams of ice break-up in honor.

The waving your arms, alive as the devil in a thicket,
Not with Moscow blues, and from this longing.
Could not be found for the off-road gray rows of huts,
Baba there - creeps How merge voices.

For the year as waving your arms, I will drink the medicine of wisdom,
It becomes sad and gray-haired, bearded Ekliziasta.
And when blizzards howl, the chimney of house,
The triumphant oaks subdue my evil thoughts.