Текст песни А. Беркут и А. Медведский - Три сна

Fog zamorochitsya white, blue mist intoxicated,
Since the beginning of the ensuing night to me first dream comes.
He carries me repose, and floating away into oblivion
On the edge of oblivion breath I hear yours.

That night reached the middle, and in the silence of cotton deaf
A variety of pictures to me brings a dream second.
Brad through the joy and suffering, looking for where the truth lies where
But the bottomed of consciousness feel your breath.

Here at the end of the night, and in the windows glimmer of dawn,
The third dream comes to me and sweeter dream than that no.
Tired mind letting the last morning flight,
I do not breathe, preserving gentle breath of yours.
I do not breathe, protecting your sweet breath.
I do not breathe, protecting your breath clean.