Текст песни Подорожный Ян - Благословите женщину

Bless the woman of happiness,
When the senses have no power.
Blowing a fire in the night, the gentle breeze was blowing,
Intoxicate, spreading the smell of grass hope path.

Bless the woman at will,
On the rollicking dance in the moonlight.
Crown fireflies-floor sky in the hair,
And sonnet moan of desire on the lips.

Bless the woman to sin,
Silk garments will fall under the crystal laughter.
Not to burn, look into the eyes of Sant'Agata,
In love burn down herself, it seems, he wants.
Bless the Woman of flour,
Yes, help to survive the separation.
The fog dawn morning haze eyes
And the meadows lay salty dew.