Текст песни Maria Dudarets - Биение сердца моего...

Veronica Tushnova

The beating of my heart ...

The beating of my heart

the warmth of a trusting body ...

How little have you taken from

what I wanted to give you.

And there is longing, like honey is sweet,

and withering bird cherry bitterness,

and the glee of bird gatherings,

and melting clouds ..

There is a tireless rustle of herbs,

and the talk of pebbles by the river,

burry,

not translatable

in any languages.

There is a copper slow sunset

and a light shower of falling leaves ...

How rich you must be

that you don't need anything.