Текст песни Адриан и Александр - Прощание с романсом XIX века

Dawn hour and tart smell of kumyl,
It's time for food so close. And tireless
Flowing longing under the fog white sail
Furning further leaving sleepy fields.
Flowing longing under the fog white sail
Furning further leaving sleepy fields.

What someone else's wave will return to you river
The words of the romance that they sounded here once
Purchase agent, and a ray of purple sunset
It does not pick up more than these shores.
Purchase agent, and a ray of purple sunset
It does not pick up more than these shores.

And how was she unthinkable bright -
One star that we once had been married
But light wave with a distant berth
Does not disturb more seaman hearts.
But light wave with a distant berth
Does not disturb more seaman hearts.

But no matter how much the path nor, neither burly
What b stars neither shine beyond the shoulders
My love, not quench my sadness,
My sadness, do not leave my love.
My love, not quench my sadness,
My sadness, do not leave my love.