Lyrics ..Р.. Пикник - Колдыри да колдобины

(E. Shklyarsky)

It’s evident that my land is special,
I don’t believe it myself:
Witches and potholes,
And around are miracles.

As under the root are chopped,
And do not fall, no.
It’s like they’re ruined
And there is light on their faces.

Wanderers likened
In the half-drowsiness,
Witches and potholes -
What are the flowers on earth.

Here they do not frown from screams,
So it is got.
If he went up a notch -
Then the other will fall to the bottom.

Among the streets fragmented
Why not.
Witches and potholes,
What a dream vision.

And look from the depths
So it is got.
If that ...
Then another ...

You can see my special edge ...

Witches and potholes ...