Текст песни Олег Погудин - На заре ты ее не буди

In the early days you would not wake ,
At dawn , she sleeps so sweetly ;
Morning breath from her chest ,
Bright bursting at the pits cheeks .
It is hot and pillows ,
And hot exhausting dream
And , blackening , run on shoulder
Spit tape on both sides.

And yesterday, a window vvecheru
Long, long she sat
And follow the clouds game
What was started sliding moon .
And the brighter the moon played ,
And the louder the whistling nightingale
Paler she grew ,
Heart beating patients and patients .

That is why in the young breast ,
On her cheeks as the morning off.
Well you do not wake her, do not wake ,
At dawn , she sleeps so sweetly !