Текст песни Вячеслав Гринин - Река

Vyacheslav Grlin - River

Words, Music, Guitar, Vocals - V. Grinin

Acute nose cuts water
Waves brightly glitter
Washed purely nature
Drops of mushroom rain.
Like dracosy wings
Stirring tight oars
There is no time for a sad -
The river's alarm took.

Water entails you on the shore,
Where the sparks of the live fire are dancing,
Where the hot wind will hesitate
Splash soft bed grass.

Something whisperate trees
Blessing in good way
Embroidered village
Joy filled the chest.
Exhalation and breath, exhale again,
Elastic oars ring
Time flies like a shot,
The world rolls to the slope of the day.

Slise pitchers over the waterfloor,
On the leaves of drops shine, as if mercury
Persons will touch the curly strand
Carved branches of trees a little bit.

Night dropped over dark plains,
To the camp slip unnoticed fog,
On the ground lay white-white parina
And presented his dew meadows.