Текст песни Елена Фролова - Ты дремлешь, подруга моя....

You sleep, my girlfriend, -
Child on the breast of the mother! -
How sweet: you - fall asleep,
And I'm not able to be able to

Then, that is not a dream, say,
And this is a blissful bed,
And dusk singeling and you
And you are in my quiet hands?

Oh gentle curls
On a wet temple! .. Oh, violets!
Such, it happened, bloomed
We have in the maternity meadows.

Wreaths we twisted with you
And where wreaths, there are songs,
Where are the songs there ... you sleep,
My last, sweet dream?

Swallhing I need to swim,
My Eolian Sky,
Dust, my last sunset,
Finger, the ancient my hops!