Текст песни Владимир Кузнецов - Родное село

Where the dew with the pea, trill nighting,
There is a good village - I was born there.
Clouds and swans over the village flip.
And the roads of summer to the sky are dusty.

All there is a cute heart, and the village calls:
In it, my surname three hundred years lives!
There, with a clear month, the girls sing.
And the old mill does not wait for me? ..

In addition to Nastya's aunt, there is a relatives ...
Talk to everyone: Hell, - Enough for three days.
There is a low-flyer above the field
And with me, like closest, silently says.

There is a russian side - I'm in love with her.