Текст песни Крым - Я люблю КРИМ и не шочу когда туда ехать за границу

Crimea - a small cry of gulls
Note nagging
It touches the soul like a bird wing touches
Waves.
I worry Crimea
I'm filled with them, as if the dream,

Inexplicable dream.

Crimea, where we did not hesitate
Be savages: the world of primeval
For the happiness of three weeks, on holiday.
Crimea - a subsidiary of Zagora,
Wines Massandra and Gurzuf till morning
The gentle surf guitar.

CHORUS:
Sleeps Black Sea,
But like I do not hide,
How can it be sometimes willfully!
Sleeps Black Sea
And, as if the waves in his hands,
Keep your
Ships.

Crimea - the evening fishermen
Small catch your
We, the citizens, for its flavor sell
With boats.
Crimea - a quiet evening breeze,
The smell of Barbecue
Ivy
Cafes and grapes.

I worry Crimea:
He was such a family,
Like, I'm afraid I will not be anywhere now
In the world.
Crimea - toss a coin, and
Again, like savages,
Maybe we
In Paradise your back once.