Текст песни Игорь Саруханов - Серенада моей любви

I'm hands open, meeting you,

And all the heat of the soul to you alone,

You will give one.

Firewood in the fireplace is preferred, threshing,

And the rain droplets have long been knocking for us,

It has long been knocking to us.

Chorus:

Serenade of my love sounds

And so long one calls you.

Serenade of my love shouts

But in me, she will die without you.

I'll open the window, breathe cool,

Fog clubs low-low above ground,

Low above the earth.

I will see the image of God over the lamp,

Glass sweating hand

Touch your hand.