Текст песни Аркадий Манджиев - Моя маленькая Элиста

My Elista

Far, far beyond the range of hills
Like a mirage you get up above the earth
And your hot swell of white houses
In the eyes run over a tear

In the vast steppe
You, as a pure crystal
My little Elista

Above you boundless
Heavenly blue
Cling to your legs feather grass waves

And saiga herds
Crumple sagebrush steppe
Covering all the clouds of dust

And do not immediately understand
What is your beauty
inconspicuous Elista

Weeds cranes fly over you
Nesmolkaema lark trill
A gas mare looking lovingly
On frolicking foal
And steppe unmeasured kindness
It surrounds you Elista

Heart gently compresses
wrenching sadness
We have a lot alas forget
In a city like
In his youth return
We were much remember
And we know

My bright sadness
And sadness - drudgery
My little Elista
My light Elista
inconspicuous Elista
Lunolikaya Elista
Amazing Elista