Текст песни Дима - Ковыль

Sleep the grass wind in the night praises,
And what I do not know about.
Under the moon, gray Kovyl clone,
Shadows on the ground throws.
Under the moon, gray Kovyl clone,
Shadows on the ground throws.

You burn brighter, burning early
You kiss blue sky.
And the song sings the stranger,
Guess the best or not.
And the song sings the stranger,
Guess the best or not.

And his songs scream crowds,
And back the way is impossible.
And in the battle of death on all robust,
And the fire is equally too.
And in the battle of death on all robust,
And the fire is equally too.

The wind will sing that the ashes will rise
Above the ground is loaded

And the nobyl seems to be woven,
Everything is not falling asleep.
And lives a thousand times soothed
And keeps the steppe as if memory.
And lives a thousand times soothed
And keeps the steppe as if memory.