Текст песни Анна Гольдес - На заре ты её не буди...

At the dawn Do not wake her ,
 In the early days she sleeps so sweetly ;
 Morning breathes on her breast ,
 Bright bursting at the pits cheeks .

 And her pillow hot,
 And hot exhausting dream
 And , blackening , run on shoulder
 Spit tape on both sides.

 And yesterday the window vvecheru
 Long, long she sat
 And follow the clouds game
 What gliding picks moon .

 And brighter than the moon played ,
 And the louder whistling nightingale
 Paler grew it ,
 Heart beat patients and patients .

 Because something in young breast ,
 On her cheeks as the morning off.
 Well you do not wake her , do not wake ,
 In the early days she sleeps so sweet !