Текст песни Максим Крижевский - Мария Вечора

What are you grass like small children
So many colors do not drink eyes
He knows the wind alone wind
Who in the evening walks Cossack

You'd know how the field is bottomless
Would you like to sleep here he comes
And who will pour bows
The white legs of tanned forehead

Not skhovat him quiet gaze
Do not hide krivosmeh lips
To you in flames thief
Fall plumage shirts

And do not sleep and do not sing more songs
As touched I got soul
And I hugged her white arrogance
Tampering sting knife

And sprinkle hands braids
Dew trembled live
Behind a countless flour
Ahead of white birds voices