Местный - Жан-Angeles - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Where the Chemalganka river rustles with soft shopping, where clouds fly over the ushonyr. Where my life beats with a key, when my soul is only far away here. All the same faces of the rows, all the same family, stood up older, others became layout. But we remain children in the depths of our souls, time goes forward and wears us somewhere. Secondary school that became the second houses. And everything goes as it should be exactly their own strokes. This is the village of Zhandosov and I am in love with it and

I fall in love with it every age. Here, people here people know and remember what good is. Respect and appreciate for sincerity in the eyes. May Allah keep you and no matter what the route is. Remember here they love and wait. Each frog praises its swamps, but this is a terrain for everyone who lives

more expensive than gold. Pages are written into notebooks of thoughts, about local traditions and inhabitants of this province. My edge is my house here I was born under the dome of the blue sky with love gifted with love. And while my heart is beating, I will be proud of the place where it was destined to be born.