There is a place in Crimea


There is a place in the Crimea,
From everywhere to it
Pioneers strematsya crowd.
On the left - the mountains and the forest,
On top of the dome of the sky,
And at the bottom - the ceaseless surf.

CHORUS: Raising the flag,
Fog Ayu-Dag,
You, our funny "Artek"
And the Crimean dawns
And the blue sea,
We will not forget you ever!

Morning swims quietly,
Morning swim calling
Even those who yesterday was not able to.
In the Black Sea water
then boil
From hot and bronze bodies.

CHORUS

Clouds, clouds ...
Evening slightly,
I heard the roar of the ship in the mist.
Sadness is not about anything,
volleyball ball
Rides joy of our land.

CHORUS

Soon the end of the summer.
Get dressed swimmer
Our time raced by an arrow.
Peeling noses,
Came the pants,
Time for us to go home.

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