Текст песни Василенко Ольга - Выходил туман на поля

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Fog went out on the fields. Covered tired herbs. And the night coolness was tired of the night, and love for meadows and forests exhaled ... Upon morning, the worlds about mercy praying, gently the field of the winds of the winds. The first beam flashed, enjoying the cooled diva, and the world was surprised, as if he looked at the first time, hitting how beautifully ... and yesterday's sun returned to the sky back ... And the land under the grass did not ask anything. A gloomy look around the light of circulating, the rain twisted the clouds of baskets, and overwhelmed the strollers to the longing, over the earth passing, having felt on his guarantee. And the Earth took a bad jet of rain, so that the herbs are in a misty haze ....