Текст песни Дмитрий БУЯНОВ - О Смоленске

All hills and hills like helmets of soldiers
Amidst the expanse of the forest, your walls stand
My city caressed by winds and fairy tales
Affectionate

When a blizzard raged over Rus wars
Buzzed Smolensk, buzzed in the bells
And rose by the chest, the wall of the fortress
For military immortal affairs

And now poplars are either fluff or snow
In renewed beauty you stand on the earth
My city caressed by winds and fairy tales
Affectionate

As soon as evening floods in turquoise light
Streetlights sparkle along the streets
And they hurry to meet you with a hearty smile
My Smolensk, my countrymen

At least for thousands of miles, at least for hundreds of seas
Life will bring me - I will not forget the lights
Cities of the beloved, under gray willows
Sweetheart

Here on the Dnieper steeples a tower to the sky,
Here people are gray-eyed and kind,
It smells like Russian spirit, it smells like rosy bread
Here the sky is doves of blue

Here on the Dnieper steeples a tower to the sky,
Here people are gray-eyed and kind,
It smells like Russian spirit, it smells like rosy bread
Here the sky is doves of blue