Текст песни marybell - Явар и Калина

The song of spring swan,
        Dropping the winter bowls,
Whisper sycamore with viburnum
        In a sad valley above the ravine.

The leaves of the green boast
        Heaven in plain language:
Dew washed in the morning,
        Pamper the southern sun.

West models are humble
        With the uterus-earth sent;
Mystery in the night black
        The moon, the stars look.

Listen to the laughter of mermaids,
        Shovel the wings of a nightingale,
The wind blew intoxicated,
        Flattened glass source.

The music is amazing
        In the stories of sleepy masses ...
Rejoices sycamore with viburnum,
        Dropping the winter bowls