Текст песни Тень смеха - Луговой народ.

The aroma of wild herbs, the sunset is burning all over the sky
And the endless forest rustles around.
There are no villages, no roads, so that no one could interfere,
So that no one climbs into these parts.
Only the sun will rest, replaced by a mischievous moon,
Suddenly billions of lights will light up as if by themselves.
Between the juicy grass stalks to the sound of violins, harps and flutes
Having arisen, the meadow people will spin faster and faster ...

El flows like a river, here the order is like this:
We are glad to everyone who has entered, having gone out of the way.
Many brave people went to the Land of the Fields,
But no one could get back.
Any mortal will always be in trouble here:
Left in the field until dark, he will never see the house.
A cheerful little people drags the poor man into a round dance,
And circles in a dance until he falls dead.

Many joyful faces of gentlemen and their maidens
In hats with a bird's feather on his head ...
These spirits of children forgotten in the fields
In the morning they will disappear in the thick grass.
Only the sun will rest, replaced by a mischievous moon,
Once again billions of lights will light up, as if by themselves.
Between the juicy grass stalks to the sound of violins, harps and flutes
Having arisen, the meadow people will spin faster and faster ...