Текст песни ВИА Акварели - Сенокос

We agreed yesterday at the birches,
That in the morning we’ll go haymaking.
In pearls of dew to the waist, in the meadows grass,
I lost all the words in the grass.

The grass is green, slightly bent under the foot,
Nice to walk barefoot through the dew.
I don’t need a word, if I already understand
That you are not like everyone else.

Because today we got up before dawn
Young, daring mowers.
So in the mowed grass, I gathered for you,
Those words that previously lost.

Yellow leaves with birches fly around
The cheerful haymaking rang for a long time.
And they stand, keeping as a secret, in the meadows stacks,
Our kisses and words.