Текст песни Инна Желанная - Наберу травы

Dial the grass is not for divination ,
In a spell not in the garden,
Dial the grass above the head.
You do ukroy of bad tidings ,
I'll go with you across the river .
On the chain taut across his hands
On the trail of crude , the golden dew,
In your footsteps , by my tears.
I'll go with you across the river ,
I have drunk water from your hands .
With the wind fly , sun pokrichu
Everything you wanted everything as I want.