Текст песни Дмитрий БУЯНОВ - О Смоленске

All the hills are the hills, as if the helmets of soldiers
In the middle of the windows of the forest your walls stand
My city is brought by winds and fairy tales
Tender

When Purga over Rusy raged wars
Rojde Smolensk, buzzed in the bell
And climbed chest, steening a fortress
On rolling immortal affairs

And now the poplars or the fluff, or the snow
In updated gruse you stand on earth
My city is brought by winds and fairy tales
Tender

Already freeing the evening with turquoise light
Lights burning along the streets
And you are in a hurry to meet with a smile cardiac
My Smolyan, my countrymen

Though for thousands of lodst, ​​at least hundreds of seas
Life will bring me - I will not forget the lights
The cities of the beloved, under the gray
Mista

Here on the Dnieper circular steam to the sky,
Here are the people of Seruoglazia and kind,
It smells like the Russian spirit, the blush smells of bread
Here sky pigeons blue

Here on the Dnieper circular steam to the sky,
Here are the people of Seruoglazia and kind,
It smells like the Russian spirit, the blush smells of bread
Here sky pigeons blue