Lyrics Вика, соло, минусовка из машины - ...это всё моё родное....
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Золотые маковки церквей над рекою.
Земляника спелая с парным молоком...
Я бегу по скошенной траве, а надо мною
Небо голубое высоко...
Я еще девчёнка лет пяти,
И радость моя поет, и счастье мое летит...
Бабушкины сказки про Любовь и Отвагу,
Где Добро и Правда белый свет берегут.
Дедовы медали «За Берлин» и «За Прагу»
И весенний праздничный салют...
Знаю, что все вместе мы – Народ!
И счастье мое летит, и радость моя поет.
Это все мое родное, это где-то в глубине.
Это самое святое, что осталось во мне.
Это нас хранит и лечит, как Господня Благодать.
Это то, что не купить и не отнять.
Время равнодушное пройдет по округе,
Вычеркнув родные для меня адреса.
Мы познаем прибыль и расчет, но друг в друге
Перестанем видеть небеса...
И когда мне станет тяжело,
Я снова скажу себе, всем временам назло..
Golden domes of churches over the river.
Strawberries ripe with fresh milk ...
I'm running on mown grass, but I'm running on
The sky is blue high ...
I'm still a girl of about five,
And my joy sings, and my happiness flies ...
Grandmother's tales of Love and Valor,
Where Good and Truth protect white light.
Dedovy medals "For Berlin" and "For Prague"
And the spring festive fireworks ...
I know that together we are the People!
And my happiness flies, and my joy sings.
It's all my own, it's somewhere in the depths.
This is the most sacred thing that is left in me.
This preserves and cures us, as the Lord's Grace.
This is something that can not be bought or taken away.
Time indifferent will pass around,
Having deleted my native addresses.
We learn profit and calculation, but each other
Stop seeing the heavens ...
And when it becomes hard for me,
I'll tell myself again, to spite all the times ..
Strawberries ripe with fresh milk ...
I'm running on mown grass, but I'm running on
The sky is blue high ...
I'm still a girl of about five,
And my joy sings, and my happiness flies ...
Grandmother's tales of Love and Valor,
Where Good and Truth protect white light.
Dedovy medals "For Berlin" and "For Prague"
And the spring festive fireworks ...
I know that together we are the People!
And my happiness flies, and my joy sings.
It's all my own, it's somewhere in the depths.
This is the most sacred thing that is left in me.
This preserves and cures us, as the Lord's Grace.
This is something that can not be bought or taken away.
Time indifferent will pass around,
Having deleted my native addresses.
We learn profit and calculation, but each other
Stop seeing the heavens ...
And when it becomes hard for me,
I'll tell myself again, to spite all the times ..