Текст песни Трио Эжва - Мой север

There is the edge that I often dream
In the green decoration lush.
There in the black winter birds
There are cherries under the sun.
And they are destined to fog
And clouds of snow rods
Yes summer shreds cheated
Yes Early leavefalls.
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But this is mine, native.
Without it, I miss.
My north is always with me
In the harsh silence.

Here are grass fresh and concerns,
Cool forest gave.
Ice stars are poured here
Ray streams sad.
And they are destined to fog
And clouds of snow rods
Yes summer shreds cheated
Yes Early leavefalls.
Etc: