Текст песни Давид Тухманов - Дитя, сестра моя

Child, my sister,
Let's go to those regions,
Where we're not able to be separated.
Where to love - century,
Where even death is easy,
At the edge of the coveted, just like you.

And the sun moist beam
Among the rainy clouds
Weary mind easily affected.
Your wrong eye
Mysterious order.
In salt shroud of two black sun

And we come together in a tall old house
Where the time comfort polished,
Where the scent of flowers - a fine wine.
Where dim amber air bewitched.

Under the thin ice bottomless glass mirror.
East sheen plays each face.
All told, in the silence, in the language of the soul,
The only thing decent understanding.

In the channels ships
In drowsy drift formed.
??????????? blue.
This drove them breeze
Performing your whim.
They came from the other end of the world.

A sunset,
Woven fields outfit
Dressed channels, streets and buildings.
And the glitter of gold possessed by the whole city,
In a frenzied, predsumrachnom radiance ...

Child, my sister,
Let's go to those regions,
Where we're not able to be separated.
Where to love - century,
Where even death is easy,
At the edge of the coveted, just like you.