Текст песни Филипп Киркоров - Славянский базар

As in the song of the, old, fire
The driver drove the horses once in Yar
So we now turn to the Slavonic Bazaar
Lucky Taxi Evening Moscow.

Chorus:
Your eyes are shining brightly,
As if stars over Moscow,
So let me become a gift,
So let me become a gift,
It is a dance with you,
It is a dance with you,
It is a dance with you.

Let the living Esenin sadness
At heart we are painfully, to the limit.
Russ laughed and cried and sang
At all times, on it and Russia.

Whether rain, turned the white snow,
In the evening I again pick up the guitar.
How not to love my Russian songs
old,
While I breathe - I am Russian.

Chorus.