Текст песни Чёрный Лукич - Я С Утра Рисую Небо

I draw the sky in the morning
The sky is overhead.
I have never been in the forest,
I would be with you.

The rider rides on the damp grass,
The wind blew her hair.
The wind blows in a violent head
Reap what I have sown.

Someone nearby is breathing quietly
Water drips from the roof.
I'm tired, I'm hoarse
Do you hear? Do you hear: it's time!