Текст песни Вячеслав Бутусов - Могилы младших сестер

Every night, when the snow falls,
Quietly lying on the window frames,
As I penetrate the mysterious light,
Everything comes to life in this screen

I hear the wind knocking at the window
I see him in the dark beckons me,
This prayer come for me
Heart sounds like a voice in the fog

I close my tired eyes,
I forget about the dark river,
I light candles wonderful,
I hear someone's magical speech

Names of rivers and seas of the name,
Name of the earth and the name of heaven,
The number of days and number of nights
All this is said in the book of your

I open the heavy door,
The wind carries me in a chariot,
I go to the graves of the sisters,
It seems like a dream to me it all

I close my tired eyes,
I forget the underground rivers,
I light candles wonderful,
I hear someone's magical speech