Текст песни Песни орлятского круга - Под мелодии ветров...

Am Dm
To the tune of the colorful, summer winds
G C E
Under the motive of rains, blue, dawn,
Am Dm
To the chant of the wheels, to the waltz daisies,
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At the hour of dew and thunderstorms we will return to the beautiful land
Am
We are someday.
Am
We are someday.

In this region, the forest reaches the sky,
They believe in happiness here, believe in the past and fiction,
I’m used to know here: grief will not happen,
And just learned to understand myself
In this region I am.
In this region I am.

My difficulties here are solved by myself,
I will explain myself to myself in words
I know that it’s easy to make mistakes, get lost,
Only it can come in handy anyway
To me someday.
To me someday.