Текст песни Ю. Рожков - Звездная песня неба

In the field you will leave - the song is in,
Very soft
Stars at night fall into rye,
In the morning we shake the larks,
Pure field, sky and rye,
And it seems - there is no edge
The road you go
Which is not chosen.

Chorus:

How many stars fell,
How much rushed
It became a song under the sky,
And the soul is not accidentally light,
And it's not by chance - fun.

Like inheritance, she is yours
You gave her in childhood
Whatever the edges come to
Forget her hardly
This road can not be changed,
Like salts, water and bread,
She will forever make you
Star song Sky.

(Chorus.) 2p.

And the soul is not accidentally light,
And it's not by chance - fun.