Текст песни Княжая Пустынь - Обнимая полёт птичьих стай

You look like a fragile autumn
That foliage gilded the sadness of the mists.
Your tenderness with a crimson sunset
Embraces the flight of bird flocks.
And the rebellious Rossin in the gloom
From the bonfires of the fiery shamans
Curls after a silvery roll
Chopping off a raven hoarse gry.

Your youth is like a ray of providence
Dazzling gloomy everyday life
Scattering bright sparks
On the crystal of a spring soul.
And the creations come to life of the winds,
Raising the smoke of thoughts in the fields,
Late clandestine games
On the canvas of red-haired silence.

Your beauty is rowan bunches
On a thinning bed of heaven.
A lock of hair, in the wind of a witch,
The eyes fill up with the rest of the heat.
Echoing a cry spreading a crane:
- You are like autumn - you are very similar, -
You do not say goodbye, rejoicing in your heart,
And you meet, like morning, bright ...