Текст песни НАТАША СУВОРОВА - Я СПЛЕТУ ВЕНОК ДЛЯ ТЕБЯ

I am weaving a wreath for you :
From simple , wildflowers ,
From the mists of sad in the fields,
of not loud songs and words.
From the clear, clean dew
From the hot , dark nights ,
From the high , flexible twigs ,
I woven into a wreath at the dawn,
And plaintive anguish of longing ,
Blue stars imperishable light,
And the July grass spikelets .
I am weaving a wreath for you :
From hot , tender hands ,
From transparent , rain sounds,
From unexpected encounters and partings .
That wreath woven all year ,
 silence and clean up,
 It will cost labor ,
but the wreath would be life.