Текст песни Летеница - Младый месяц

Young month, winds-blizzards
Ostudy, native, sorrow my ...
The heart in the chest is full of flour,
But the tear in the darkness is not expensive.

Young month, Ivushka rustle
Do not disturb my soul in silence ...
On the heart of a stone - the severity of the twisters,
And with the shock spirit alone.

Point the road light
Touch me, my friend ...
Where the heart was marched with the summer -
Angry separations now circle
Where love gave joy -
Now empty and wind,
What cherish my weakness
From the first stars and until the morning.

Young month, wounded poultry
Heart burns my dreams,
Drips in the grass faith salaries,
Where the ways with longing are of the applied.

Young month, blond stars
Ostudy in the chest sorrow my ...
Clouds of the soul will fall dew
And they paint the night to the morning in the dawn ...