Текст песни Геннадий Львов - Кривандино мое село родное

Here is the house on Sadovaya Street,
Here pine as missiles are torn up.
Here I was born in this life emergency,
From my years of rushed.
My village is now almost withered,
Not the best time has come
But there is always spring lilacs smell,
And will smell, I think always.
More tunes fill the nightingale
The love of many young hearts,
And the righteous works sprout crops,
Uvazhat age and honor the Father.
Reach dashing years of stagnation,
It leaves the heart anger forever,
And mortal anguish atone time,
And the river will carry our water.
Yet there will be a ball to chase the boys,
About the stars are dreaming, as I do.
And countries will be held in the village of calm,
And revive my homeland.

Nikolay Bazhanov, 1995