Текст песни Rita - Erev kakhol amok

Evening misty blue
Ringed the color of blood,
He filled his pipe
 The smell of incense
And he said to me quietly:
& Quot; Maybe soon
Maybe soon ... & quot;

How can deep vechor
How sweet it is, our navy blue.
So why not say
Clearly and unambiguously,
What thou wilt again
Hug again
Hug again.

That blue is no faith
Its depth - without measures
And you want me sometimes
Fall by the sword before you.
Fall, fall on his sword
During the evening, did not return.

 Evening misty blue
Took the ring as transparent month.
Just come soon
Without saying a word,
Like Ryskov victim
Sip again
Sip again ...

But blue eyes no faith
Their depth without measure
And you want me sometimes
Fall by the sword before you.
Fall, fall on his sword
During the evening, did not return.