Текст песни ОЛЕГ МИТЯЕВ - Рассветная прелюдия

Dawn Prelude
Prelude, Prelude, Prelude
It is accompanied by rain
Born, born, born.
Cold deserts
No one is disturbed.

Hanging foliage
And it is quietly crumbling
And it is quietly crumbling
And it is quietly crumbling.
And the city wakes up
But it seems that he is sleeping.

I wrap myself in a scarf
Wrap up, wrap up, wrap up
And come out tired at night
Tired, tired, tired
And in the branches of the notes I get confused
The rustling of fallen leaves.

The smoke above the roof will freeze
And over our dear
And over our dear
And over our dear
And above the fallen star
The ice of the river will hang.

And the sun's ball will roll
Roll, roll, roll,
And the house will fill with light
Fill up, fill up, fill up,
And the twilight backs off
And insomnia will end.

And my dreams under Friday
Of course, come true,
Of course, come true,
Of course, come true,
That's just a pity, I do not remember
I don’t have any music.