Текст песни Lee Tonya - Речная песня

Jan Simon

From a pure stream , from a distance,
My not fast flowing river,
My running water flows ,
Bathes the golden nets .

The river is my right and wrong,
That thine seine one herb ,
But unless I'm to blame ,
That many boats in the backwaters of the river ?

Believe me, it's the mountain - it does not matter
The river water is changeable ,
Do not walk away from the shore , wait,
Will return a hundredfold seine gold.

You setuesh that again deception,
What's in the maelstrom inadvertently tighten ...
Vain to blame without guilt ,
When all the stones on the bottom too ...