Siberian Festival
Ferrovia oxide and steam
Order of Moscow? without poetry?
I would march ... go ... to ...
Touch balalaika
Singing of a troika
Profile of an officer ... she loves him
The war for peace never ended
I did not return ... I did not return ...
Distant eyes as nordic springs
Sharp wind that banishes our animos
Save in your belly until a dream comes back
That in my memory does not rise a trgic wall
Dance boy to the rhythm of a dance tartara
Turn on the rose of your sword and your technique
Break the melancholy silence of people
Solid steppe for a "dodile's exodus ...
Party that the moon ... becomes Madrile
Jealousy of uniform
Tell him that his wife will sing ... I'll sing ...
(They are memories of a night ...
your look that binds me ... ay! ...
they are memories of a night ...
your poison that kills me ... ay! )
Vodka to love who is leaving
Deep the forest sleeps already ...
Sleep now ... sleep now ...
Blood of Volga
Vein of a hypnotic landscape
Infinite taiga with aristocratic charisma
From petroburg to leningrad a very pale sun
Always in the ford between a Tsar and an anarchic dream
Dance ... (Chorus)
Party
Only among all we can make this a better place :)