Lyrics ВИА Ива - Глухари

weaved over the lake scarlet light of dawn
 and in the forest with bells, wood grouses cry
 somewhere the oriole is crying buried in a hollow
 only I don't cry lightly on the soul
 
I know you will come out by the evening for the ring of roads
 let's sit in the stacks fresh under the next stack
 I will kiss domina isomna as color
 drunk with joy I won't tell
 
you yourself under the caresses reset veil silk
 I'll take drunk till the morning in the bushes
 and let them cry
 there is sadness merry in the apostles of dawn