Lyrics Солдат Семенов - Византийское лето

There is no one to remember God
Stop the cell with a candle with a cell
Mountain ridge of spur
Under the gold in brocade

Beschik beekeeper where you are
Your hives took away
Echo of the immortal summer
Rubbing ringing in the distance

A swallow of the nest is sculpting
Right to the sky
Whether the whistle is the whistle
Mother's homeland calls
Mother's homeland calls

Go out the lord and rule
Rotate the handle of the barbound
Tell the gardener hello
So the nomad goodbye

On partisan tablets
In drafts between the lines
Vyaz of the Byzantine summer
Lace of mountain roads

A swallow of the nest is sculpting
Right to the sky
Whether the whistle is the whistle
Mother's homeland calls
Mother's homeland calls

Not a yard of winter
No cold darkness
Warm summer day
A clear summer day
Byzantine summer