Lyrics Тінь Сонця - В дикім полі

Day and night directly into the fields
I go alone, I tread tillage.
The horizon of the sun blinded the world,
I look around - no more steppes ...

Hear a quiet song in Wild Field -
So the birds sing at dusk,
The wind drives the waves of feather grass:
There is no more space in the Cossack world.

Hear a quiet song in Wild Field -
So the birds sing at dusk,
The wind drives the waves of feather grass:
There is no more happiness in the Cossack world.

And the wind is blowing, it has so much power -
I would, too, I wish so!
Earth, where are all your sons?
I scream all the way, but there is no moon ...