Текст песни Garry Cross - Исфара

There is a plain among the mountains
On which it is quiet and peaceful
Spends his age old,
And young begins.
Someone loves, someone believes
Or just being a hypocrite.
Someone is crying, and someone is laughing
Over life for no reason.

Isfara is a city of songs and poems,
Fragrant gardens
Isfara is a city of craftsmen
And dreams come true.

This city was founded,
Or maybe conquered
Alexander the Great,
In those distant centuries.
If you're tired on the road
And the legs do not obey
Then wait, and be enchanted!
That literally - "ist headlights!"

The city breathes a new century
Renewed by man:
A swarm of cars on the roads
And the light of the night shop windows ...
Changes a lot in himself
But, as before, drowns
In a sea of ​​greenery and light
Making people happy.