Текст песни Луна и грош - Вино из одуванчиков

Blue, faded from the sun,
At noon, the land is flooded
And to the very edge
Dandelions field
This is all my wealth,
What else to wish me?
Sleep with yellow meadows
Yes face in the grass lying.

Score in a pillow
Lighter light white
Oh what we are with you
Tale will be dreaming.
And from solar blade
Sweet welded wine
Let it grit it a bit
When you drink it to the bottom ...

So then among the fogs,
Cold, snow and blizzard,
As you have to come, you remember
Dandelion meadow.