tent city


We live in the edge of the mosquito
And the light of fate do not want to,
We love our tent,
Sister of Brigantine.
Our long taiga route
At stake then inflict,

Chorus / 2p /.:
And forward again as the sailing fleet,
Tent city floats.

In our backpacks city
And ridges of concrete dams,
And river water splash
The canvas board Brigantine.
In the taiga midges flickers
And almost no hurry here,

Chorus.

You can come and take a chance,
In our neuyuta canvas,
Where the rare shining lights
And at night the guitar sing.
Lit at night kerosene
On the deck of Brigantine,

Chorus.

Deaf edge obzhivut,
Tent put in the museum,
And the streets are called
On behalf of our friends.
But all this will happen,
When we here uydom,

Pripev.1966