Текст песни Евгений Осин - Ялта

On spirals highway through the fields and forests
Running quickly up
Along the leafy sycamores watched
We raced off into the heavens comfortable ZIS

I was sure that this summer
Love and happiness waylaid
And show the light-flooded
The bustling city on the Crimean shore

Yalta where gold grows grapes
Yalta where the guitars do not sleep at night
Yalta where so happy to have been with you

Where the sun beats down and kissing granite
Noise of the surf surf
Where the sun beats down and kissing granite
Noise of the surf surf

And when it's time to leave
We went into the return path
Before you part with you forever
You whispered to see, do not forget

Only the cold winter, I remembered the sea shore
Warm winds and tape highway
The sound of the strings over the wave of our happiness with you
I do not dream it all to me

Yalta where gold grows grapes
Yalta where the guitars do not sleep at night
Yalta where so happy to have been with you

Where the sun beats down and kissing granite
Noise of the surf surf
Where the sun beats down and kissing granite
Noise of the surf

I was sure that this summer
Love and happiness waylaid
But removed floodlit
The bustling city on the Crimean shore

Yalta where gold grows grapes
Yalta where the guitars do not sleep at night
Yalta where so happy to have been with you

Where the sun beats down and kissing granite
Noise of the surf surf
Where the sun beats down and kissing granite
Noise of the surf