We lived in a village in the Siberian wilderness.
We were comfortable and all for the soul –
Hunting, fishing, forest and mushrooms.
We were friends with the whole world.
The village, & nbsp; our nurse,
There is no more beloved and beautiful in the world.
We were proud of you, dear.
Now the tears are rolling, remembering you.
Disappeared, disappeared & nbsp; our rural Paradise.
Do not forget about it, remember, & nbsp; revive.
It will still bloom white.
But we probably won't be there.
The village, & nbsp; our nurse,
There is no more beloved and beautiful in the world.
We were proud of you, dear.
Now the tears are rolling, remembering you.