Текст песни Павло Дворський - Писанка

I come to you, in love with beauty,
I walk like a deer to the stream.
I worship God as the morning world-dew,
To you, blue-eyed.
I come to you, I do not hide love,
I look for a ferment every day.
To you, my beautiful Easter egg,
I recognize the soul of birth.

Chorus:
Everything passes, everything passes, summer, autumn goes.
Everything passes, does not return, someone is waiting for someone.
Everything passes, everything passes, as if in that dream,
And love does not pass, no! (whole verse - 2)

Your beauty sways between the mountains,
In the spring bathed in lovage.
I will rise to high stars
Holy is your cradle.

I will do everything to get us in order,
That only peace above the earth.
If in life the knee falls,
That's before your beauty.

Chorus (2)

And love does not pass, no! (2)