Текст песни Шамарский старообрядческий хор - Дышит апрелем

April is breathing in the wind from the sides,
And here, the drops are still far away.
For a thousand miles you will not find a soul.
Lies Pustozersk in a deserted wilderness.

Here the path is difficult through frozen silence.
Here a month hangs over the tundra like a berdysh.
Away from the villages there is a fence and a hole.
Here is your own shadow - and you will be glad

To the wailing of a wolf and the laugh of an owl.
And somewhere, after all, the Volga is in the spring rays!
Native Grigorovo in fragrant color.
Grandfathers weave baskets at the fences.

The earth breathes steam, the sky shines.
At the church of the old smart people.
In sunny glare, gardens and grass.
His head goes nowhere.

With an intermittent groan, he remembered again
The old icon has a bowed mother
Handkerchief and lock, lamp in the night
Bench and tub, cricket on the stove.

Distant distant, a clock ringing
Water lilies swayed in a pond in gold.
Distant distant, a clock ringing
Water lilies swayed in a pond in gold.