Текст песни слова А. Фет. - На заре ты её не буди

In the early days you would not wake !
At dawn , she sleeps so sweetly .
Morning breath from her chest ,
Bright pyshit pits on cheeks .

And her pillow hot,
And hot exhausting dream.
And , blackening , run over the shoulders
Spit tape on both sides.

And yesterday, a window in the wind ,
Long, long she sat
And follow the clouds game
What gliding , it picks moon .

And the brighter the moon played ,
And the louder the whistling nightingale .
All she grew paler :
Heart beating patients and patients .

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