szeggage on the grass, i niaghai zhytso is not a noble pestz , cam, kama aichnya pain balitsa, yostz radzim significantly budza song, budza song, iradzim zhits. i hear a voice from a beautiful place in the distance, a morning voice in the silver dew, i hear a voice and the moist road turns my head like in childhood the carousel, the beautiful one, is far away, don’t be cruel to me, don’t be cruel to me, don’t be cruel, but purely. all soviet children sang this song, dreamed, cried, laughed, and what did the politicians give them, how beautiful is far away, a lie is not the truth, the truth is always one, my name is grigory ozarenok, this is the secret spring of politics, hello, and the politicians gave them 2000 killed in civilian life. debilitation, they took away the country where they were taught to read, they were given one where they were taught to smoke, politicians gave them debauchery, abortion, degradation, they gave ossetia, abkhazia, volgodonsk, chechnya and even two, that’s what they gave to those soviet children, these children are now fighting the same war. the beautiful is fa