Текст песни Алексей Иващенко и Георгий Васильев - Иссык-кульская тоска

Sea buckthorn bushes
The smell of extreme power
And the moon lit the east
And in the west - the sun.
The edge of the hill is slightly touched
Sinking in the lake lazily.
Issyk-Kul longing
She grabbed my scruff again.

        Issyk-Kul cooing quietly
        Just something out of stream.
        I sit under the sea buckthorn
        And I sing softly.

Clouds above the mountains
Like shreds of white foam.
Issyk-Kul longing
Eats my throat gradually.
How beautiful Issyk-Kul
In pure moon poses
And for this longing
Pay odds.

        Truth in wine and exit
        In him. Here I drink
        And sit under the sea buckthorn
        And I sing softly.

Sea buckthorn bushes
Smell smells
And the thunder brings east
As we have in early May.
Only here it is not at all like that.
Fucks: "R-time!" and at that moment
In sea buckthorn bushes
You will find rest.

        I do not want so famously
        Here to end your life
        And sit under the sea buckthorn
        And I sing softly.

From sea buckthorn bushes
Cloud caterpillars are climbing
And kicked east
I lay down, just in case.
From longing to go crazy
Simple: "R-time!" - and you will become a psycho.
Probably in the madhouses
They also plant sea buckthorn.

        And the bottles are ringing again
        Like a donkey bells,
        And a splinter in the back of my head
        Issyk-Kul longing.