I go around the country old Russian route
Cloudless morning, shrouded in the first dawn.
All my songs, all my friends will be there,
As if I myself, as though still young, naughty.
Chorus:
And the dawn, the dawn, the dawn, and,
The work of God going on
Golden forests and arable land
Clear light amber.
And the dawn, the dawn, the dawn
All are trying not to wonder,
Give a boost to our fate,
Soul, to put it simply,
Soul, to put it simply.
And I believe that is still only at the beginning,
Barely sounded at the fair Oh, the bells.
All distance ahead, and it does not pass without sorrow,
But how do not you live, and to live anyway - we are youths.
Chorus
Soul, to put it simply.
