Lyrics Вадим Буклешов - Деревня моя

Arkady Dolyar You, my village,
Forgotten, abandoned,
Wind trails in the fields
Sweeps the powder,
Doors, windows in houses
The cross on the cross is boarded up,
And the winter is fierce.
On the Russian side of the road.

Etc.
The village is native,
I do not know Rodney,
From the pain of the heart
There is no escape,
The poverty of the poor suburbs,
From grief, intoxication,
What is eternal in katorga
Did not see the light.

You, my village,
Forgotten, abandoned,
Wind trails in the fields
Sweeps the powder,
In the protected wilderness
You stand wooden,
As a fragment of the soul,
As in the chest, the wound is torn.

Etc.
The village is native,
I do not know Rodney,
From the pain of the heart
There is no escape,
The poverty of the poor suburbs,
From grief, intoxication,
What is eternal in katorga
Did not see the light.

You are my village,
Forgotten, abandoned,
Wind trails in the fields
Sweeps the powder,
You have a head,
Arise, put your arms around me,
In fact, while you're dead,
Rus from the knees will not rise.

Etc.
The village is native,
I do not know Rodney,
From the pain of the heart
There is no escape,
The poverty of the poor suburbs,
From grief, intoxication,
What is eternal in katorga
Did not see the light.
Composer: Vadim Bukleshov
Text writer: Arkady Dolyar