Текст песни Олег Митяев - Западная Сибирь

Western Siberia,
For 50 frosts
The edge of these winters
And clean drifts in growth
Here am I among the snows
Wait, if a friend does not count,
Several peasants
And some more.

She lives on the shore of Tomi
And from the slanted, from the Tatar eyes
In my splitenya solar shchemit
Probably, every time,
When next morning to the university
It appears on the Moscow tract alone
And no one at the bus stop
Beautiful than she.

My friend Kamaz drives
Day on the glass of the marshes
And I write everything about us
A song for New Year.
Clay pattern weaves
Holiday awaits the country
Waiting for the men and waiting
She is with her mother.

She lives on the shore of Tomi
And from the slanted, from the Tatar eyes
In my splitenya solar shchemit
Probably, every time,
When next morning to the university
It appears on the Moscow tract alone
And there is no one in the Siberian region,
Beautiful than she.

And in the week of that
The snow will fly like fluff
A friend will bring home
Snow and cedar spirit
Men will fall out
We gag and sing
And in the windows of the lights
They will burn all night.

(one-half ton higher)

For the old year, for us
Let's talk
A friend will get Kamaz
And we will go to her.

She lives on the shore of Tomi
And from the slanted, from the Tatar eyes
In my splitenya solar shchemit
Probably, every time,
When next morning to the university
It appears on the Moscow tract alone
And there is no one in the Siberian region,
Beautiful than she.