Текст песни Евгений Кривошеин - Сияние

I hear the northern lights
Beautiful music of light!
This rarely happens.
Heavy red breathing
Light green seed
Life - spirits prophesied summer
In the highlights of the beauty of the north
Clover blasted out
Bright shades of ribbon.
I talked to each of the spirits
Ancient myths, stories of shamans
People have not seen such fogs
Painted with bright colors
Shine goes to the casket of auroras
Let's save for descendants of paints a set
And I will not forget that bright pattern
Written by the paw of polar bears.