Текст песни Алексей Гуранин - Мельница

Look east - spring is burning there
Flaring up with the fire of emerald distant valleys.
Like a fast stream, awakening from sleep
On the fields, where I stand alone like a winged shadow.

Plantain leaf on abrasion
I'll rip off the path, peer and see the sunrise.
I'll see you.
And I will pour out silver light
To distant lands
To the green valleys.

Look at me - I'm alone again
I embrace my sunny firmament with my palms.
Memory gives moments of old times,
Where the tits flew in the wind - the heavenly people.

With a repaired old bag
I will follow the dawn to the distant misty hills.
You go for water
And plunge into a cold stream
Silver buckets
With a painted yoke.