Текст песни Иван Бунин - Еще утро не скоро, не скоро

Still morning it is not soon, not soon
Night from quiet forests did not leave.
Under the sleeping boron canopies -
Pre-regulating warm meal.

Another early birds did not sing,
slightly gray at the top of the skies,
wet-green dark spruce
It smells like a summer cheeveyor dew.

And let it not be very much longer.
This slow forest path,
This night - will not grumble more,
But it's easy to solve us ...

Bohr's silence bell
then zoked, then he drove again ...
Quietly night the valleys goes ...
Another morning, not soon, not soon.