Текст песни Caprice - The Dusk Of Kimmeria

These hollow seashore
Osei chilly blue,
I came on the burned meadows
And my feet smell of wormwood .

     The smell of mint in my hair
And the movement of wrinkled clothes.
An olive branch , wild , colored ,
I covered the weary eyelids .

     On the palm leaning temple
And with stringy drёmoy without arguing ,
I listen, leaning on the sand ,
By likam Wind and voice of the sea ...
( Voloshin )