Lyrics Марина Поплавская - Я ехала домой

I went home,
The soul was full
Unclear for most,
Some new happiness.
It seemed to me,
That everything with such a fate,
With such affection
They looked at me.
I went home,
The two-horned moon
Looked at the windows
A boring carriage,
A distant gospel
Midsummer ringing
Sang in the air,
Like a gentle string.
I went home,
I was thinking about you,
Sadly my thought
And she was confused and torn.
A nap is sweet
My eyes touched ...
Oh, if I had never
I did not wake up again!