Текст песни Олег Мизуло - Краiна месяца

The day is coming to an end, the sun is setting over the forest,
With an echo the darkness returns, the evening lights the fire.
The red sky is on fire,
The wind sings the lullaby of the earth with its leaves.

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The storks flew to their nests,
A heron stands alone on the edge of a river,
And the mist of the meadow covers the carpet,
Sow obsessed sounds on lindens are heard.

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The stars are lit by the night messenger,
Moon reflection in river waves,
Attracts with tenderness a light in the distance,
Whispers an interesting cauldron of reeds.

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