Текст песни Владимир Саплин - Твой голос

Warm wind plays with you,
Gently touches the curly hair.
What comes with your beauty?
What will your affectionate voice replace me?

The ray of the sun touches the shoulder.
Husters on the palm will land.
And admiring you silent
In the clean sky soaring birds.

Somewhere next to ruts.
Something whispers Forest Tresting.
And diligent pack
Slowly breaks the cobweb.

You, the motive singing simple,
Gladiously ironing gladiolus.
What comes with your beauty?
What will your affectionate voice replace me?