Текст песни Тор Евгения Смольянинова - Когда волнуется желтеющая нива

When the waves yellowing cornfield,
And the fresh forest roars with the sound of the breeze,
And hiding in the garden raspberry plum
Under the shade of the sweet green leaf;

When the dew scented splattered,
Ruddy night il am in the golden hour,
From under my bush lily silver
Graciously nods;

When icy key plays the ravine
And, immersing thought in some vague dream,
Babbles me mysterious saga
Pro peaceful region, where he is racing -

Then humbled my soul alarm,
Then diverge wrinkles on her forehead -
And happiness I can comprehend on the ground,
And in the sky I see God.