Lyrics Виктория Гордитская - БУЙ

First night, summer red
Thunder rolling, clear sky
White color, the color of the bird cherry
The air is captivated, the winds are ruffled
Copper leak and impetuous
Quiet speech, speech is steep
House on the river, all visitors
The skin of the river is mixed
We went out for a buoy, to paint
Looking at the night as the sky is painted
Somewhere in the distance, local exhaustion
Someone swims the first flash
People show interest in themselves,
The ice just passed, they are swimming

Roy ant, summer started
Rolling out puzzled
Shallow water from the Urals
Yes, on a hill, on the outskirts
Rafted raft, down stream
The barge floats,
Red sunset, the waves glow
The taiga edge is blown by the wind