Текст песни Жанна Агузарова - Пиранья

Fine edge when it comes to the evening ,
Stores peace, grieve not.
A myriad of stars illuminate my path .
Light the way to the beckoning horizon ,
By inviting horizons.

Fine rain that brings fresh
Blooming on the edge of the river bank.
And the moonlight meets the waves.
Hastening to me to illuminate my path ,
To light my way.

[ Beautiful songs , the first herald of the morning ]
Magic sound of the waves asleep
All calls me on the golden sand,
All calls me on the golden sand,
On the golden sand .

I'm a little fish , piranha ...