Текст песни Картавый Олег - уснувшие мечы

In this fabulous evening rainy
Sing me a song about our love.
Tell us how we now sadly
While away tearfully-May days.

In this cloudy Sunday
In the spring a young beauty
Beg forces in former salvation,
Plunging into the primeval dreams.

Draw it to me, my favorite,
The whole picture of slumbering dreams
What is hidden in it, my incomprehensible?
What kind of image do you see in it?

I want to fly for a moment,
To touch his lips cheeks,
To completely gone all doubt
And back in front of the lights.