Текст песни Пикник - Миг заветный..

Russ braids, legs bare,
Leaves in her hair.
That morning nacre
Colors heaven.

If suitable, whether the fall
Compressed ear?
Whether will start singing, you will start singing
Marvelous voice?

Marvelous voice,
Marvelous voice.

Mig coveted fruit of the forbidden
The adversary is waiting.
Zvonko quickly flash a spark -
Everything happens.

The world is not fully known, it stars
Quiet give light.
Again, warm, zaaleet
On the lips of dawn.

On the lips of dawn,
On the lips of dawn.

Whose face there? Getting lost
What if by chance ...
The lightest, selfless
Take sadness.

What wanderers as through fingers
Time has flown.
The lightest, selfless
Overshadowing wing.

Overshadowing wing
Overshadowing wing

Overshadowing wing
Overshadowing wing