Текст песни Зоя Ященко и Белая Гвардия - Солнце над Кимерией

I like when they go to the mall,
Holding your pwitters under the arm,
And night on the glossy stroy of the sea
A goose feathers writes titers.
And the first of them reveals the case,
Takes out flute and waiting for the tide.
And free horse leaving foam
The hoof beats and inclines the mane.

Then the second is discouraged by the guitar,
And the fingers boldly run through the strings.
Night butterflies in a wild dance
We fly to all reflected moon.
And the third fills on the double bass
Gunted exclamation of the Miraculi Mountains.
And inflated sails
Floating in the clouds gorge.

Returns to Maridagah
Fourth wave and wind rhythms.
And these four are waiting for something,
Playing music in retro style.
And the fifth pulls palms to the sky,
Roses tips and sings:
And boats wake up in the bay,
And the sun rises over the sun ...