Текст песни Хилат Сергей - Притча

Springtime, night silence,
I hear your voice ...

He is gentle Peña nightingale
The sonorous murmur of the stream,
At the touch of a breeze,
In the radiance of a hot fire.

Springtime, night silence,
I see your image ...

In flight, the first beam,
In the coolness of the clean key
In the radiance of the lunar heat
Smile, timid, sweet ...

Springtime, the early morning mist,
I see your point of view ...

In the star patterns of the carpet,
The random specks of firefly,
The sunrise over the river
Trembling dew on the grass.

With the arrival of the day I burned candle ...
my dream ...
I whispered morning:
Away your delight.
How far is the question ...
Answer...
Far away, as many as hundreds of years.