Текст песни Иван Демьян и 7Б - Молодые ветра

Pride full of wagons with golden shoulder straps
Young winds blow from the south
Tearing the clouds to shreds did not forget to send from afar
From home mom And not the last love

And you see someone's tracks running across the sky
It could be you it could be me
It may be waiting for us
It can sing to us

Found a scythe on a stone there is a war for the memory of years - 4 times

Joy with full feasts and bows to the ground
Let's get up and drink and keep quiet for everyone
The month is full of the world, tongue staggers, legs braid
Let's remember, say brother, brother, the right words

Found a scythe on a stone there is a war for the memory of years - 4 times

From the south, full of wagons with golden shoulder straps
The young wind blows proudly