А Три Ум - Камыши - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

There's no point in being sarcastic here; the underlying meaning won't creep into the text.

Speaking of how I searched for a beautiful place far away.

Believe me, you don't need to look fashionable in these places.

A log palace or a second homeland.

Among the wooden huts, harmony came to the soul.

In the thick grass, one footstep after another is visible.

Here, the nightingales sing measuredly and leisurely.

About how, in the morning, the dawn hid in the reeds.

Among the wooden huts, harmony came to the soul.

In the thick grass, one footstep after another is visible.

Here, the nightingales sing measuredly and leisurely.

About how, in the morning, the dawn hid in the reeds.

The explorer seeks mysterious grace.

A native land, oversaturated with fresh air.

A cozy old house with history was not a beggar here.

Even now, believe me, memories lie in ashes.

A visiting city boa constrictor is a poor connoisseur here.

Hardly. He'll appreciate our landscape, for he'll run away headlong.

Even if he's read to the teeth and seen hundreds of chapters, he won't be inspired by the beauty that fits the theme of the track so well.

And the wheat ear sways so indifferently.

There's no need to shout here, no need to raise your voice.

I'll come here when the black stripes end.

And the last gray hair will cling to the ground.

Among the wooden huts, harmony has come to the soul.

In the thick grass, one step at a time is visible, and then another.

Here, the nightingales sing, measured and unhurried.

About how, in the morning, the dawn hid in the reeds.

Among the wooden huts, harmony has come to the soul.

In the thick grass, one step at a time is visible, and then another.

Here, the nightingales sing, measured and unhurried.

About how, in the morning, the dawn hid in the reeds.