Текст песни Василенко Ольга - Выходил туман на поля

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Mist coming out on the field. Burnt grass covered . And breathed in the cool of the night weary land, and the love of the meadows and forest exhaled ... Until the morning moaned worlds for mercy praying , gently caressing the wind field is a fan . The first beam flashed , prigrevaya chilled Diva , And the world with surprise , as if for the first time looked , marveling at how beautifully today ... And yesterday's sun on the sky back to back ... And the land under grass did not ask anything . Frown light circling , Rain clouds turned the basket , and hung hobo angst over the earth passing , played on his mournful bagpipes . And the land is taken without a murmur the rain , the grass to drink under the haze ....