Текст песни Мастер Гриша - Этот город деревянный на реке...

This city on the river wooden -
like a finger ring on his hand ;
Porec let me know every vzgorok
five fingers - and a ring on one !

Eco miracle - the smell of the wood pavement
smells planks garden and barn ;
in the marshes , where not stand granite,
wooden country is .

And submit : the same fate ,
as the wooden hut of logs ;
year on year - not a feather , so the ax -
That wall , that the shutters , that's home.

Wait , wait, listen to the cold but from the windows ,
Yes Know logs tossed into the fire ;
Well zapoteyut windows from the heat -
thank God! If only the roof is not flowing !