Текст песни Пикник - У самой чистой реки нет берегов...

Again silence tense all about one thing:
Today the club opens the season Lepers
Just whispering doors, houses,
Only the rustle of steps, rustling steps.

We do not have the purest grass roots
At the very clean river shores there

You leave the shelter, you crossed the threshold,
Past shades of gray and dreary yards,
Oh, ma-mama, oh mama, oh,
Past dull gray courtyards.

We do not have the purest grass roots
At the very clean river shores there

All mixed up, All merged into one
How many eyes see, but
Remember only the sun, the sun is one,
The sun is one ...

No banks, no shores ...

All vernetsya you hung out again
Two flags of their sorrow and love
Proydet seven hours, or seven centuries,
Will All the same sorrow and love.

In the purest grass no roots
At the very clean river shores there

Again silence napryazhenno all about one thing:
Today Prokazhennyh club opens season
Proydet seven hours, or seven centuries
Only the rustle of steps, rustling steps.

No banks, no shores ...