The summer camp


Raise our buglers in the morning,
Ties are twisted like a flame in the wind, the wind.
Learn to see here in time everywhere-ka -
Then charging the line.
Difficult, frankly!
The sun sends greetings to the hot,
The trees - like a mast,
Which, scarlet sail, the dawn.

As a joke, we fight, but we're friends seriously.
Together we go to the river and to the farm, and the farm.
We do not run aimlessly -
We go out to weed,
To battle against the stubborn weed!
/ Will field clean-pure
And then we accordionist
Song famously pioneering spoom.-2p. /

With this song, we believe a hundred ways,
Well, we will not let boredom on the threshold to the threshold.
We will write to Pope with his mother:
"Our camp - the most fun"
A back - ulybnomsya, entering the house!
We do not get lost in the woods,
The wind does not catch cold,
Not faded from the sun and rain.

/ Loss from Vocalise /

We will write to Pope with his mother:
"Our camp - the most fun"
A back - ulybnomsya, entering the house!
/ We are in the forest did not get lost,
The wind does not catch cold,
Not faded from the sun and dozhdya.-2p. / 1980