Текст песни
Oh, how i dream of a house in the village
Where there is sunshine and green meadows
In summer, i want to swim in the river
And watch the sunrise from the window
I would be a friend to every livestock
And walk in nature for hours
I don't want all this useless hassle
I'm going to pick my favorite flowers
Irises, irises
Irises, irises
Irises, irises
The flowers of poets and romantics
Irises, irises
The flowers of poets and romantics
Irises, irises
The flowers of poets and romantics
Irises, irises
The flowers of poets and romantics
Oh, how i dream of a house in the village
I would have my own flower garden
I also would bake pies in the kitchen
As nice and lush as my grandmother's
I'll choose dergaevo, not paris
This would be da place of my power
No, i'm not going to the office
Now i will pick my favorite flowers
Irises, irises
The flowers of poets and romantics
Irises, irises
The flowers of poets and romantics
Irises, irises
The flowers of poets and romantics
Irises, irises
The flowers of poets and romantics
Irises, irises
The flowers of poets and romantics
Irises, irises
The flowers of poets and romantics
Irises, irises
The flowers of poets and romantics
Irises, irises
The flowers of poets and romantics
