Текст песни Геннадий Матвеев - Синий сумрак на деревне

Blue twilight in the village,
Light orange in the window,
Year proshel.i last day,
Dovisaet on the wall.

Tomorrow morning, if fur
He washed porch,
I am a fluffy white snow
Last year Whisk face.

From the fences lie teni-
Nerves quiet villages.
What we endured
Someone's devilish ploys.

Something no smoke above the roof,
Not been heated oven in the house.
From that, a long time did not hear
Howl in the pipe.

Up to the very edge of the village
I'll think of furnaces.
After all, they are our mothers,
Roofs hold on his shoulders.

Over-edge outskirts.
It grieves in silence
Wooden tserkvushka-
The attraction of the soul.