Текст песни Геннадий Львов - Кривандино мое село родное

Here is the house on Sadovaya Street,
Here pine as rockets exploding upwards.
Here I was born in this life emergency,
Hence my years rushed.
My village is now almost withered,
Not the best time has come
But it is always spring lilacs smell,
And will smell, I think always.
Another fill nightingale tunes
The love of many young hearts,
And the righteous works sprout crops,
Uvazhat old age and will honor the Father.
Will be dashing years of stagnation,
Withdraws from heart anger forever,
And mortal anguish atone time
And the river will carry our water.
Still here will drive the ball boys,
O stars are dreaming, as I do.
And strange to be held in the village of calm,
And revive my motherland.

N. Bazhanov, 1995