Far from Russia to the land,
where there is no winter , where the air is like a flame ,
where through the hot dust barely visible in the distance
orange garden with golden fruit .
gardens Jalalabad
remember it is not necessary -
now and forever , in dreams and reality
among the green branches ,
lead among tags
in the gardens of Jalalabad
walk, breathe, live .
Fading foliage on the trees in the garden,
parched roots cling to the legs .
I 'll bring water , but first find ,
who shoots here on our road .
gardens Jalalabad
remember it is not necessary -
now and forever , in dreams and reality
among the green branches ,
lead among tags
in the gardens of Jalalabad
walk, breathe, live .
Swayed and snapped twig away .
Time to lie down , for the roots to hide.
Far from Russia on this earth.
If the garden shall pass - half way reduced.
gardens Jalalabad
remember it is not necessary -
now and forever , in dreams and reality
among the green branches ,
lead among tags
in the gardens of Jalalabad
walk, breathe, live .
Again a rustling in the branches ... Forgive me , garden,
response for all of the machine .
But opened the road to Jalalabad
primchatsya water and urban children .
gardens Jalalabad
remember it is not necessary -
now and forever , in dreams and reality
among the green branches ,
lead among tags
in the gardens of Jalalabad
walk, breathe, live .
gardens Jalalabad
remember it is not necessary -
now and forever , in dreams and reality
among the green branches ,
lead among tags
in the gardens of Jalalabad
walk, breathe, live .
