Текст песни Андрей Земсков - Ладони Крыма

Easy like a butterfly from the Tatar sword,
The soul soars.
A life to be rosy-easy -
It does not happen ...
And often the little things we seem to be stronger
The world wingless ...
But, thank God, we are given eight days
Rendezvous with the Crimea!
We are on the rocks burning bush
Under the eternal sunshine
Burns so that we seemed to ice
The water in the well,
And milk - delicious and sweet Crimean wines.
And the hot wind
It is easy to dissipate our years of spleen -
Longing for summer.
A summer fun with waved katerke
Pirate flag,
Shimmering red ogonёchkom campfire
By Ayu Dag
And not spared our backs - and we are in him
Surf rushed,
Of long winters without remembering anything,
Himself on envy.
We will dream this sunny Gurzuf
Irresistible!
We were eight days it easy to keep on weight
Crimea palms,
We quietly sang the Black Sea Wave
Or she whispered.
And the wings of a butterfly trembled, but she
I do not fly away.
July 2012.