Текст песни Инна Желанная - Наберу травы

Dial the grass is not for divination ,
Not spell , not to the garden ,
Dial the grass above the head.
You do ukroy the bad rumors ,
I 'll go with you across the river .
On the chain taut across his hands
On wet track, the golden dew,
In your footsteps , by my tears.
I 'll go with you across the river ,
I drunk water from your hands .
With the wind fly , sun yell
All the way you wanted it like I want.