Текст песни Александр Новиков - Улыбка родины

I sit in the seaside tavern,
Eat the alien shrimp.
Bleschit a ring on his hand
And I remember the sky in a cage.
On the shore wave clean beak
And the sea pebbles rolls.
And the one that I love,
I'm more the sea is not enough.

     Sky blue whips wings of birds unknown.
     And I fly on an airplane home, I mentally.
     And when a ship with the name of the Russian cast on top of gangway us
     Through his whistle, squinting narrow smile Homeland

I sit in the seaside tavern,
Flying itself is light and piano.
With soul weed weeds
Striga under the net clearing
And curls girls-clouds
Spin in the hands and squeeze marks
And drink a fool of fools
With me vodka - local wind.

And even rhyme too lazy to build,
Let There's Tamov flies
Let pobudet or lilac,
Let shook his mane palm
And that I love,
And the smiles on the contrary,
With me I am ready even in the loop,
And though kan-kan on the scaffold!