Текст песни Бриз Кэт - Нас кличуть Карпати

We call the Carpathians (Gm, Am; Cm, Dm)
We called the Carpathians,
Mysterious hutsuly
sad night
Without our dreams.
On the slopes of a great number
Strange silence.
Water will, you will,
On the slopes leading to the source of hope.

We called to him
Dairy bells
A dream can not
Spin around in captivity.
A little sit,
A little will.
We call paths
Sweet trails
Cold streams
That leads us to destiny.

You traveled on the slopes
Unkempt, boss.
Bought himself DRYMBA
In gray mtn,
That it rang Fine
At your (my) nose.
You traveled on the slopes,
And drymba nahravala,
A source traveling
All my past.

So why those ideals -
From ashes to ashes
For him to another world
Nothing to take away.
Come together at sunrise
Color taste!
Needless to tackle the work,
In which to take up work,
Desert inert body
And touched by the Carpathians!