Текст песни Ольга Гура - Ліс

I go back to the forest, like the temple,
Where pines with gold candles burning
Emerald in heaven pouring gate
And streaming blue and shaking ...
And Rowan scattered rubies,
Like the autumn abandoned altar
And forest lakes aquamarines
Vyhoyduyut KUPAVA autumn heat ...

Chorus:
A forest so great and simple,
I go back to it to seek the truth.
There is no greater consolation in the world,
As bare to go in September.

Swaying like kids, blue grass
In the expensive beauty of his native land,
And why dew in my hands,
Scattered morning dawn headed.
Soul happy is high temple,
Where pines with gold candles burning
Emerald opened the gates to heaven
And the lure of the unknown and the trembling ...

Chorus. (2)

There is no greater consolation in the world,
How to go bare in September ...
How to go bare in September ...
Bare go ...