Текст песни Виктория Ермолова - О красном вечере задумалась дорога

On the evening of thoughtful red road
Rowan bushes misty depths.
Cabin old jaw threshold
Chew crumb fragrant silence.

Autumn cold kindly and humbly
Stolen haze to oat court;
Through blue glass yellow-haired boy
Luchit galochyu eye on the game.

Embracing the pipe on the shed sparkles
Ash Green from pink oven.
Who is not, and thin-wind
Who are the whispers, disappeared in the night.

This is not to crush the heels of groves
Scherbleny gold leaf and grass.
Stringy gasp diving bells skinny,
Kisses nahohlennoy owl's beak.

All midst Khmara, in a stable peace and sandman,
Road white pattern slippery ditch ...
And groaning softly barley straw,
Dangling from his lips nodding cows.