Текст песни Михаил Круг - Я прошёл сибирь

I went to Siberia, to sandals shod ,
Listened to songs of old shepherds.
Were approaching the twilight night ,
The wind was blowing from the Caspian shores.

You are logged in as a tale untold ,
You left without thinking about me.
I was homesick with a guitar ,
Because you've gone to the other.
I was homesick with a guitar ,
Because you've gone to the other.

Maybe I do not have to be sad ,
When the roses are beginning to bloom .
These roses with young garden
There is no one now I pripodnesti .

Oh, Primorye , Bags , Primorye !
Away my little will .
Golden hair turned gray ,
Know , at the edge of a precipice stand .
Golden hair turned gray ,
Know , at the edge of a precipice stand .