Текст песни Вежа Хмар - Папороть

The wild blue at the eve’s Nevlagano i deafly grumbled. Mow over Mudrim I’m a long-time believer Vin chakluє in the minted nights. And in the near future, there is such discernment - I have not received a door. I I bach: go out of the dawn Through the Khmari rubbed in the past. I lie: here I’m fooling a bit, Like a long-time Cossack woman, I bring half the’s lie and affection over the whole retinue of Siza. Siza half-night at night on Kupala! Do not extinguish your quiet reap. I know your marvelous docks, Bo I lie unto them without a trace. And the fern is blue. There, on the blue fern of blues. Imperfect otsii beauty - Rozbivaє zory cornice. Nich is strained, onions, B’є by the moon, I hush quietly. On the roads of certain Kvitne rooks, fern is romantic. I really otsya beauty? I really qi looney bottom? If the blue is seasoned, it’s Rozbivaє zori eaves.