Текст песни Иосиф Кобзон - Малиновый звон

Through half-asleep and sleep I hear
crimson ringing -
These are the messengers of the dawn, they ring in the herbs
bells.
It broke out among the Russian plains
bunches of rowan trees,
It was in the dear wilderness that something touched the soul.

Chorus:
Crimson ringing at dawn
Tell my sweet land
That I'm in love with her since childhood,
Like this crimson chime.

This crimson chime from mother windows
From that tall star
yes from the past trouble ...
The path where we wandered will quietly warm up
in the fields,
Where at dawn, as if through a dream,
a raspberry ringing is heard ...