Текст песни Наталья Бучинская - Травнева сповiдь

May confession

Nightingales sang in May
And I listened to them until morning,
My thoughts are confused
Polisyanka lay down on the ground.
And that without you this spring,
Like a lost horseshoe,
Like a torn string
My scorched word.

Chorus:
The earth puts on a bountiful flowering
And the song pours from the horizon! |
I believe the color of love will not fade, |
When it sprouts from the heart! | (2)

Forget the nightingale singing
And joy in the winds will perish,
Believe and know, I'm without you
I will not climb to the top.
Nightingales sang in May
And I listened to them until morning,
My thoughts are confused
Polisyanka lay down on the ground.