Текст песни Тесно - 13. Рожь

Rye

M. Mitrofanov - K. Polovneva

As in the field of rye she bowed her head,
So you get up early in the morning and
Over the moon go, hiding from the sun,
All call me, but the wind crying.

I throw on the shoulders of the cobwebs,
Wish you want good-bye.
Only one hand movement
You can destroy the outlines of the river.

Above the river fumes, smoke from the bonfire.
Burnt altar became quite gray.
Do you like the old days, birch pray.
According to the wind sadness, earth worship.

Where under the shadow of fir with thick legs,
On Kupalov day you will find a fern.
In July rain fungal thunderstorms
You find me, but it's too late, you know.