Текст песни Темнозорь - Братина Утра

Where rye winds in the wind
And thunderstorms conjure summer rain
Gods of thunder walk over the forest
The sun floats in the sky

Where the songs are getting closer to evening
Mists creep on the ground
Where the sunset with the far shore is crowned
And the virgins light up horses

There at sunset in the dense oak forests
The sun bathes in dead water
Winged Spirits of Spruce Woodlands
Above the gray mounds roam in the darkness

Where rye winds in the wind
And thunderstorms conjure summer rain
Gods of thunder walk over the forest
The sun floats in the sky

Where free rivers flow
Where the arches of heaven are always high
Russian will, space and freedom
Thoughts and blood of my land

The drunk of the fields drunk dead
I'm the wanderer of your endless miles
Where the merchant month buys souls
For the Navi hryvnia of extinct stars

But the twilight fatten the morning brother
Dawn embroiders in lingonberry color,
Swan swarms
On the canvases of blue high heaven

Where the songs are getting closer to evening
Mists creep on the ground
Where the sunset with the far shore is crowned
And the virgins light up horses

There at sunset in the dense oak forests
The sun bathes in dead water
Winged Spirits of Spruce Woodlands
Above the gray mounds roam in the darkness