Текст песни Олег Макин - Над Вяткой, над рекой

After wandering and hundreds of roads
I'm going back to my father's house
I was young and apparently I am to blame
That when it did not save you.

My wondrous light Russia
My delight, my pain, my sadness
Head is hot, taking the knapsack off my shoulder
I will drink with your wind and field!

Oh, over Vyatka, milk fogs are pouring over the river,
The aromas of haystacks stretching far
Oh over Vyatka over the river unsolved peace
OH YYYY
What the current takes away the time of dashing youth!

I walk in silence into the sunset
Each ear is familiar to the touch
There is no greater happiness - on foot,
Barefoot, go back to the father's house

Oh, milk fogs are pouring over Vyatka over the river,
The aromas of haystacks stretching far
Oh over Vyatka over the river unsolved peace
OH YYYY
What the current takes away the time of dashing youth!

Oh my dear side
You greet me like a wife
Pearls from dews, fresh birch juice
And a bed of pure linen!
Oh, over Vyatka, milk fogs are pouring over the river,
The scent of haystacks stretching far
Oh over Vyatka over the river unsolved peace
OH YYYY
What the current takes away the time of dashing youth!