Текст песни Т.Бурцева - Майский соловей

Natalia Kvasnikova
MAY NIGHTING
At the end of spring, soulful, hot
Nightingales whistle songs
And they have, in the preludes of the nights,
Their soloists are their own geniuses.
In the lilac bushes, on the edge of Moscow,
Once upon a time there was a violent soloist.
He sang with passion in the thickets of foliage ...
In our opinion, he was a great artist.
Chorus.
The young foliage has sunk into the darkness,
And the night dictates the night
Eternal dreams, intoxicated words
And your fate and mine.

He sang later than the rest
And the bird's chorus fell silent,
Or maybe they were inaudible,
While the unrestrained vocals thundered.
There was no end to the stock of sounds
They seemed to rise upward.
It seemed that in the constellation Taurus
From these sounds the stars were born.
Chorus.
The young foliage has sunk into the darkness,
And the night dictates the night
Eternal dreams, intoxicated words
And your fate and mine.