Текст песни ОЛЕГ МИТЯЕВ - Белогорие

It is evident that fate predicted me
There was another thunderstorm.
In cherry blossom Belgorod region
And this woman's eyes.

The eyes of a calm sky,
Like early summer azure,
They scared me with the unknown
Long tired of storms

And unfortunately for myself, on the mountain I
Crazy gray cloud
All swam after her across Belgorod
And hugged her like smoke.

She was so obedient
Trusting as in a dream
And without breathing, I listened to all the songs
And she kissed my hands.

But everything that is perfect in life
With a vision it melts in the wind.
And with a quiet ringing like crystal,
She disappeared in the morning.

Such a strange story.
Summer is coming - I am sad ...
I wander the hills of Belgorod
And I'm looking for this woman.

2008