igor novalikh and dmitry fenitsky the city of shakhonya, nizhny novgorod region, where the golden wheatere is no end or edge, a green grove, there stands my village, where she lives, the one who gave happiness and drove me crazy, beyond the river there are forests, beyond the forests there are fields, behind the fields there is a village, my village, in the village there is love, she’s in the village, without whom i can’t live. beyond the river are forests, beyond the forests are fields, beyond the fields is a village, my village, in the village is love, in the village it is, without which i can live and will never be able to, like a young birch tree, developed in the spring, so you, my dear, will meet with beauty, only you one, hope, and love alone, that gave happiness and drove me crazy, beyond the river there are forests, beyond the forests there are fields, beyond the fields there is a village, my village, in the village there is love, in the village it is, without which i can live and will never be able to live, beyond the river there are forests, zalami. my village, in the village