Вадим Буклешов - Сторона моя лихая - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

My dashing side is dubbing thin birches, breathing in silence, somewhere here heals the tears of a runaway soul, from the black and white grades of the black-and-white crying and groan, in the old temple they are buried-a sad chime. . Clouds in the sunset sky float into the distance, soon Sunday will change the star veil. Excellent paths are waiting for mushroom rains, wildly the winds break the leaves from poplars. Faith in God does not save, the thread is torn of happiness, Rus' chooses two ways: to steal and drink. And again they carry someone to the northern prison, the Gorky heart languishes in thousands of roads. Here, pain and will, prose and poems, foul language and tenderness, temples and sins. Everything is one in this region. And so let it be! My side is dashing, chintz Rus'! © Andrey Babozhozh March 15-19, 2008 www.babozhen.com music. Vadim Bukleshov