Текст песни В. Боков - Алтайская

As I want, oh how I want
Do not you imagine how
Look at the Chuya River
And to step along the path
To between wise cedars
Own a happy cross
And the green eyes shone
To shine for me from heaven

And I would go, I would sing
Why not sing when
In a rucksack - a loaf of bread
Water rings in the brook
From taiga space
Blue moan in ears
And throwing mountains into the sky
Their snow caps

Not a fountain - roam such
In worn yards
But in the mountains I'm sad at home
But at home - in the mountains
Two loves in this world
My heart rage
And I love these mountains
And still love you

Well, when, well, when
Summertime will strike
Without Altai landscape
Without a taiga fire
Something dreary, by golly
Disappear to God in Paradise
Where are you, where are you, friend Seryoga
Get your zagashnik

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