Текст песни Время жатвы - Mater Dolorosa

Mater Dolorosa

Frost every year more fiercely .
The sun disappeared into the choking haze.
And do not count all the bones of a mole ,
Buried in the ground.

You mourned each death ,
And now the dream of one thing:
Finish singing a lullaby
And forget rather soundly .

You dream of forests and fields ,
You dream of how the early spring
Your children grow up to the sky
And touch the sun hand.

This past Russian mine!
Do not try to fool yourself -
snake curled up in the cradle ,
Loud cries and demands chest.