Текст песни Телеграфная Дорога - Восточный Ветер

I woke up at night
In the same place Time
Crossing the line
Becomes dawn

I went out onto the porch
Dressed for a long time
I was ready yesterday ...

The east wind caught me and we rushed
Through the woods where the branches are golden tinged
He whispered to me along the way about the holiday of dawn
About what the sun awaits my arrival ...

A grove appeared behind the blue hills
I raise my hands, I know this place.
And in three moments the festival of Light will begin
A ray of dawn will touch your raised fingers.

And, dispersing the dusk, the Sun will stretch out its hands
Lower every moment. Let's touch your cheek
I and the Sun ... I and the Sun ...