Текст песни Трофим - Такая ранняя весна

This early spring in her smile,
More I did not know cold.
She drank from the spring jangle violin,
And yet one knew love.

  (Chorus:)
  God, have mercy,
  Make it free.
  From ignorance whisper,
  Let the angel mediator
  Birds circling above it.

Her innocent soul knows flattery
And ruthlessly human.
And the fate of rebellious ridiculous revenge
Not yet burned her mind.

  (Chorus:)
  God, have mercy,
  Make it free.
  From ignorance whisper,
  Let the angel mediator
  Birds circling above it.

More transcendental distance calls and beckons,
Her impulses so pure.
She does not know how hard to repent
Bear their crosses.

  (Chorus:)
  God, have mercy,
  Make it free.
  From ignorance whisper,
  Let the angel mediator
  Birds circling above it.

  God, have mercy,
  Make it free.
  From ignorance whisper,
  Let the angel mediator
  Birds circling above it.
  Birds circling above it.
  Birds circling above it.