Текст песни Павел Кашин - Ветру - Поле

A fluent, spring, forgetful song
Will run on sweet, forgetful lips,
I'll tell you how tall and slim you are
Like a ladder to the high silvery skies.
And along the quiet streets, along the spring streets
We'll run down the stairs with a spring stream
Look, no one frowns on the streets anymore
I will say we are righteous, we live merrily.

A field to the wind
Will to the heart

We have lost our homeland and the truth about the entrances,
We have forgotten faith, right and duty,
We remembered our dance without rules and clothes,
Our fairy got up, but on the right foot.
Losing our truths, losing our faces
We've lost the pain and the feeling of emptiness
Look on the streets no one is angry anymore
I am absolutely correct and correct you.

A field to the wind
Will to the heart