Текст песни Ирина Богушевская - Суламифь

Your flocks
run by waves along the slopes of the mountains,
My favorite.
The grass sings
in its silk, absorbing all the shine
the sun,
I see you,
I see you
on top of the mountains,
in the palms of the sky,
my favorite!
Do not save
my vineyard is mine
from the fox,
my favorite!
From the brisk foxes,
whose wool plays gold
under the bright Sun
The sun and me
Sun of me
scorched all.
I'm like copper,
my favorite.
Sprout to the Sun,
germinate,
Grow to the Sun
again,
once again after life
not given to us,
my favorite.
In my country
growing immortelle on the hills
inconspicuous.
And he keeps
dry sun in the petals,
and is not subject to
running times.
Running times,
death of dynasties
not involved,
my favorite.
Where is Sulamith?
And where is her beloved now? -
in a bitter fold at the lips,
at my lips,
what do you remember by heart
their song about the sun.
Nights Around
by heart
this song about the Sun -
those who sleep in darkness,
my favorite
Sprout to the sun, germinate,
Grow into the sun
Once again, once again after life
not given to us,
My coveted, My coveted
My coveted, My coveted