Текст песни Дмитрий Тюряев - Обь

And where is the confluence of Biya with Katunya,
Where Toto Cutugno has never set foot,
Where does this river begin
Where are the border clouds

And where is the flicker of my fire,
Where the talking burbot sleeps for now.
Where you don't have to "fuck the ox"
Where does Shambhala begin ...

I love Ob, your dregs,
I love your dregs, Ob!
Don't forget about me
Don't kill mine either!

Tell me is this mysticism?
And I am with a silver cross,
And everything blooms without a breeze -
Licensia poetica ...

I bowed to you, everything is fine.
Well, be healthy - I went home.

I love Ob, your dregs,
I love your dregs, Ob!
Don't forget about me
Don't kill mine either!