Текст песни Константин Юдичев - Колокольный звон

Bells stretches
Spirit fields, forests wakes
Tart and intoxicating air whirls
Sunny with water so make friends

Bearded man in a field plowing
Where yesterday the horses stomped
Plow, that had risen rye-hostess
That would be all the crust of bread

Oh, the nightingale sings in the forest
On their land but the owner comes
Strong hand holding a heavy plow
Oh, a friend of the river, but in the sky circle ...
Oh, a friend of the river, but in the sky circle ...

Do not cry, the man on the crooks, thieves
There will come a happy day it considered the catch
If only there was a fire best friend us
Oh sacred horse gallops through the fields

Oh, the nightingale sings in the forest
On their land but the owner comes
Strong hand holding a heavy plow
Oh, a friend of the river, but the circle in the sky
Strong hand holding a heavy plow
Oh, a friend of the river, but the circle in the sky

Bells stretches
Spirit fields, forests wakes