Текст песни Ирина Богушевская - Суламифь

Your herds
run in the waves on the slopes of the mountains
My favorite.
Grass sings
absorbing all the glitter into their silks
crazy sun
I see you
I see you
on top of the mountains
in the palms of the sky
my favorite!

Do not save
me my vineyard
from foxes
my favorite!
From the brisk foxes
whose wool plays gold
under the bright sun
The sun and me
Sun me
scorched all.
I'm like copper
my favorite.

Sprout to the sun
sprout
Sprout to the sun
again,
once again after life
not given to us
my favorite.

In my country
immortelle grows in the hills
inconspicuous.
And he stores
dry sun in the petals
and not subject
run of time.
I run the times
death of dynasties
not involved
my favorite.

Where is Shulamith?
And where is her lover now? -
in the bitter fold at the lips
at my lips
what they say to you by heart
their song about the sun.
All night long
by heart
this song about the sun -
those who sleep in the dark
my favorite

Sprout to the sun, sprout
Sprout to the sun
Once again, once again after life
not given to us
My welcome, My welcome
My welcome, My welcome