Текст песни Вадим Курылёв - На зелёной горе

I'd better go listen to the sea,
The look at these gray faces
I'd better go to touch the stones,
And try to make peace with the moon

The guess that would be,
And the fact that like it once was
Do not go there on a green hill,
To stay there and after sunset

At night, on the green, on the mountain,
I'll take the clothes, and I will burn in the fire
Lie under the trees, leaves ukroyus,
And sleep on the green hill

The sea whispers his strange tale,
And the moon is above the horizon, frozen,
And the last ray vanished in a black sky,
Between dodging stars dejectedly

I look at the white stars,
Falling asleep under the ancient pine,
And already circling bats
Above my green over the hill

At night, on the green, on the mountain,
I'll take the clothes, and I will burn in the fire
Lie under the trees, leaves ukroyus,
And sleep on the green hill