Текст песни Евгений Кривошеин - Сияние

I can hear the northern lights
Beautiful music of light!
This is rare
Heavy, red breathing
Light, green seed
Lives - the spirits prophesied summer
In the glare of the beauty of the north
The outline of the clover exploded
Brightly tinted ribbon.
I spoke to each of the spirits
Ancient myths, stories of shamans
People have not seen such mists
Painted with a bright selection of colors
The radiance goes into the casket of radiance
Save the set for posterity
I won't forget that bright pattern
Written by the paw of polar bears.