Текст песни Воскресенье - Бури и метели

Storms and blizzards ground overpowered
White bird flew to the sun my .
For abandonment should hurry to the edge of a distant ,
At the far edge of the path is not easy
By the light solar years
Seek ye my joy , that grief for lost
Bring me a song about spring born .


Seek out a ray of that eclipsed the clouds
And a spring of living water gives to the gardens.
Look in the silence of the voice of sweet , darling,
Hands warmly , giving strength, her eyes give me back
Bring me the fun of mountain rivers and streams spring ,
Heat warmed the hearts of men
Of free wandering warm wind .


Ask the heavens not darken with anger,
Ask peaceful expanse of fields ,
Ask forests clean clear voice ,
To tell about how difficult
The path of the soul, hurrying to the people.
Look for the island, where the green grass,
Where are the love and peace forgotten the words .