Текст песни ГРАЙ - Сенокос

Haymaking

Harnessed summer dawns and the dawn awakened people,
The emerald grass fragrant red sun was rising.
In the meadows hurrying people, but with a rake and scythe,
With bright nightingale song, oh, yes to the first dew!
And in the meadows on the grass belt, Kuta morning mists,
Wind down with pagorkov, heat carries through the glades,
Scythe sharpening his sharp rock in the sun bright shimmering,
Yes fires flame fun braided at low tide.
  
Scythe sharp crazy herbs is intoxicating,
Stems succulent tight ground steel whistle drops.
Firmly gripping kosё Lithuanians, fills the day basket.
He knows young and old legends - red summer winter feeding.
  
And up to a month in the sky Come work goes well,
After the flame touches the darkness, and the swallow dance,
Song voiced shed inverse of love and honor,
Bird freestyle ascend, spreading the good news.