Текст песни 07-КАМБОДЖА - Калевала - Сон-Река

Fog fell on the wind proud shoulders
 I watered a song of grass with dew
 Howling flew over the valleys
 Heart of heaven returning home

 There was no grief - yes the clouds caught up
 ravens crawled overhead
 You’ll spoil your horse’s tail
 Harnessing a wagon to death, you won’t catch
 that will carry away spring floods with you! ....

 The Son River pulls me into its cradle
 Breaking the chains down!
 And it’s possible that tomorrow will be a white day,
 born of a white star! ...

 Fog fell on the asleep ground
 ravens crawled overhead
 a young man hears a tired heart -
 in a stranger’s hut by the stove, don’t warm up,
 if you don’t remember the way, the way home!

 The Son River pulls me into its cradle
 Verigi dropping off!
 And it’s possible that tomorrow will be a white day,
 born of a white star! ...

 Dream River! ...