Текст песни Жанна Колмагорова - Золотые звоны

In the pure flax fragrant,
Linen fragrant, head bowed.
And beyond the river, in the old church,
Zvonko bell struck.

Bells peal of gold
In the open field.
Flew ringing gold
In the light of the will.

Chorus: Golden Bells will gather in the palm of me.
                Gold will be voiced my song.
                And to the delight of a hundred golden shawl.
                Gold thread I'm not sorry for you.

In the pure flax fragrant,
Linen fragrant blooms no more.
And beyond the river in the old church
More bell does not beat.

Flew ringing gold
In the wide world.
Instead, I'm calling on the shoulders of white
Gold will wear a shawl.

Chorus: Golden Bells will gather in the palm of me.
                Gold will be voiced my song.
                And to the delight of a hundred golden shawl.
                Gold thread I'm not sorry for you.

Coda: The field of pure flax fragrant,
                Linen fragrant bloom soon.
                And beyond the river in the old church
                Soon the bell strikes.