Текст песни Дмитрий Скуратовский - Блажен, кто...

Blessed are those who break the light
    Hopes of the district lies.
    In what is known, no good,
    One unknown is necessary.
    But completely overshadow the evening
    His causeless melancholy.
    See: sunset its stamp
    It applies to the plain.

   etc.:
   Day is lived, with the height of the sun
    He goes off to other countries.
    Why do I not given wings
    With him flush rush tirelessly!

    In the mountains in the purple rays
    I used to look in flight
    And at Silver Creek
    In the evening dark gilding.
    Dangerous mountain pass
    Do not be stopped wings.
    I have crossed the sea,
    The movement of these wings effort.