Текст песни Ирина билик - Рябина алая

Arrows on the wrist
We measure our days
Only they have no power
And they don’t come back to us

I will not hide from you
Tears have long been stolen by ice,
Just pick up the needle
Berries of the last round dance.

The mountain ash red is crucified by a string of beads,
I’m holding a red ashberry in my hand, and let it be.
Covered with hoarfrost and sweet spring juice
Love without a name, but dislike without guilt.
Mountain ash red will cool my heart,
And melt into the water, I lower it
Rays of blue, let them take the year away
Love without a name will never return to me.

Arrows on the wrist
We measure our days
Only they have no power
And they will not return to us.

Cross out the beginning
Do not add the last syllable.
You know, not waiting for the finale,
The intersection of two roads.

Rowan red, crucified with a string of beads,
I hold a red ashberry in my hand, well, let it.
Covered with hoarfrost and sweet spring juice
Love without a name, but dislike without guilt.
Mountain ash red will cool my heart
And melt into the water, I lower it
Rays of blue, let them take the year away
Love without a name will never return to me.

Never...
Never...