Текст песни Алексей Хвостенко - Музыка

Oh, music - movement began
Oh, wonderful hymn, the beginning of the universe,
Oh reed, barely audible breath,
Do you hear stone knocked on stone!

You hear the rustle, the splash of water on stone,
In the branches the roar of the wind, heather sand,
Tsykuty chirps in the thickets of sedges,
And half a day howling painted in flames!

Oh, music is the last breath of reasons
Oh, the trumpet cry of the unfolding sky
Oh sweet smell of the bread served
Take a piece and knock on the tambourine!