Текст песни Владимир Туриянский - Восточный вальс

Who will say to me honestly, what is there in the east?
Why do we pull every spring?
There, after all, the sites are served deadlines.
And dogs wait at night on the moon.

Summer snow more than in winter in Ryazan,
And on ether empty on any wave,
Drove port wine and vodka, not "Mukuzani"
And the beat are walking, drunk quite.

In the Caucasus, Manya and Vanya dried figs,
In Moscow dachas in Sauna - Ballege,
And we are all in the east, but "Will you go to Riga,"
If the port is a little rejoice.

Lord, have mercy, how many disappeared!
Greed and rudeness do not see the end.
Only conversations where they are sought,
On the square meter of three soles.

That is why it pulls the snowball.
I will still leave, do not ask.
Drip mercury airplane melts -
There are still roads on the Holy Rus ...