Текст песни Александр Твардовский. Стихотворения - Час рассветный подъема...

Hour dawn lifting
Hour my early love.
Neither on the road nor at home
Never sleep.

For me in this hour
The best of the day:
Flooded in stock
Day, and life began.

All about the task,
One is clearer alone.
I am a heter, I'm richer
Those sleep late.

But a sad start
The day is already.
I think everything is: little
It remains it.

He hurry will take
So it's time to side.
This youth loves
An authentic evening.

And then, at least from the gun
Rude under the window
With saliva on the pillow
Sleep ready and day.

What, they say, happiness day -
Will not leave, wait.
Our business is different
Our miser calculation.

And another routine
We have the same day.
So he is roads so sweet
Early cheerfulness hour