Текст песни Дмитрий Вагин - Утро

If the sun doesn't rise yet
But the eastern edge of the sky will wake up,
Flocks will not be torn in flight
The wind will stop in the drain pipe.

And your black and white dreams
The neighbors will watch with snoring,
You will wake up from that silence
Which is more sonorous than timpani.

You lie like a crumbling light
And you know the universal wisdom
And hundreds of questions in response
Call me, whisper: "Good morning!"