Текст песни Ginsby - Соня

Sonya, I am writing to you now,
As a man writes to a woman.
Like branches of cypress in the wind
Your mane is stretched out of gold.

Penetrating a tear in the evening,
Do not lose heart, skip everything by.
Laugh with thunder, you are a thunderstorm.
Speak up, binge like a lyre.

Don't just think about anything
Which will shake your shoulders with bitterness.
Let the eyelashes glow with a ray
And the gaze burns like fireproof candles.