Текст песни Тесно - 13. Рожь

Rye

M. Mitrofanov - K. Polovneva

As in the rye field tilted her head,
So you get up early in the morning and
Over the moon go, hiding from the sun,
All call me, let the wind cry.

I throw on the shoulders of the cobwebs,
Wish you wanted goodbye.
Only one hand movement
You can destroy so the outlines of the river.

Above the river fumes, smoke from the bonfire.
Burnt altar became quite gray.
Do you like the old days, birch pray.
According to the wind sadness, earth worship.

Where under the shadow of fir with thick legs,
On Kupalov day you will find a fern.
And in the July rain fungal thunderstorms
You will find me, let it be too late after all.