Текст песни Рябиновые стрелы - Любимый, любимая

The blacksmith’s favorite was
The two of them sat by the fire.
At the hour when things are done
Fire sang along with them, beckoning with warmth.

Chorus: My beloved, My beloved
My beloved, my beloved
My beloved, my beloved
My love…

The stargazer has a young wife
The stairs to the roof barefoot
Among thousands of stars they have one star
On the roof is starlight, like milk.

Chorus.

And in the count's park, the linden blossomed,
The wine is forgotten, hands can not be apart
And gives the night beloved two wings
Two wings make flying easy.

Chorus.

And in a bright field cornflowers bloom
And children's bells ringing bells
The clouds of horses are floating above us
Behind them, our song will fly.

My soul says with you