Текст песни Батя - Ночью платье белое

At night the white dress is woven with clouds
Somewhere in the west the crescent moon hung
On tops of snowy mountains silver bullion
Sleepy huge stars look down

Mountains sleep calm their own shackled
Sleeping friends tired in down bags
I need to wake them up soon
Only now I myself will not fall asleep in any way

Something fancy me, that yearned expelled
Like me under the stars you are sad now
Complaining quietly that you’re not used to it
Not used to falling asleep without my shoulder