Текст песни Надежда Обухова - Сон

And I had a native land once;
From all sides
Synla steppe; Hats were white on her -
All this is a dream!

I remember the house and the motley patterns
Around the windows,
Under the shadow of LIP fragrant conversations -
All this is a dream!

I am there with clean, serene
Was illuminated
I was loved so sincerely, so gentle -
All this is a dream!

And I thought: to death for the edge is darling
I am doomed!
But the thunder fell silent; The thunderstorm rushed past -
Everything was a dream!

Flying wind, carry the native land,
Bring a bow;
In a foreign land, I live idly -
Everything was a dream!