Текст песни А.Чугунова - стихи Роальда Мандельштама - Когда-то в утренней земле...

Sometime in the morning the ground
Hellas was ...
It is not necessary to wake the dead ,
No need to be sad .
Passes evening, night will be held
- Will come fogs ,
Any injury to heal ,
Any injury .
Why the future of regret
Scold the past ?
Might be better just to sing,
Might be better ?
On the bright windy dawn
In this world ,
Where the chain quiet light
Shakes wind
And yellow leaves of poplar
lives joy
- Hellas was on the ground,
Hellas was ...