Текст песни Восьмой Сонет - Вечером во ржи

In the field there is not a soul
Only, the girl hurries
Night times
hurry home,
Very cool girl, girl beats tremor
All wet yubchonku,
He ran across the field at night through the rye.

Sorry girl spring
Go back home
But along the boundaries
She hurries
A field to the gate in the evening in the Rye
All soaked to the skin,
Girl sneaks along the boundaries.

If someone called, someone through the thick rye.
And someone hugged someone that You take him.
And what we care if boundaries
Kissing with someone who one evening in the Rye

Life is so fast runs
Always someone in a hurry
Secretly call
For a moment to hug
But once the spring
On the way home
You along the boundaries
One in silence
Run up to the gate in the Rye in the evening
All soaked to the skin,
Recall and will smile from the heart