Ватага-Band - Текла речка - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

As in the ancient city in Bryansk, good fellows were going to play music and sing songs, to amuse themselves and people to amuse themselves. How long they were fading, about that only they know. Yes, but they were bothering them to go to the company, but to speak empty speaking. They planned a strong Duma - take the music of the bait overseas for the white hands of courteously, and to knead it on the dwelling of the miracle folklore who was firmly thrown. Having hit hands on that and decided. Oh, and it turned out a miracle wonderful, marvelous, which is not in a fairy tale, to describe neither with a pen. The good fellows twisted and thought about, and they called them, waving with his hand, this miracle, like the Watag Band. Well done fell in the bathhouse in a black, fed with white bread and salt, drunk with honey-pivo, dressed in a pure dress, and tied a distant path on the road. And so our wataga, the band in the white light, persecuted by the winds, but the sun, fellow, fellow for glory, good people for joy, and thin people to envy.