Текст песни Елена Погребижская - Я ехала домой

I was driving home, my soul was full
Some new happiness, unclear to the most.
It seemed to me that everything with such sympathy
They looked at me with such affection.

I was driving home, two-horned moon
I looked out the windows of a boring carriage.
The distant gospel of the morning bell
Sang in the air like a gentle string.

I was driving home through a pink veil
Dawn beauty woke up lazily.
And the swallows, striving somewhere into the distance,
We bought in the clear air.

I was driving home, I was thinking about you,
My thought was alarming and confused and torn.
Sweet nap touched my eyes
Oh, if I never woke up again.