Текст песни Зоя Ященко и группа Белая гвардия - Увертюры белых рек

Her morning is wiser than the evening ,
Her house - an ordinary house ,
In her town is full of stones
With a human face .

Sometimes at night a terrible noise ,
She is not afraid to fall asleep .
It is very difficult to lose your mind ,
If you have nothing to lose.

And waking up once alone,
Forgotten that slept ,
Called spring - spring has come ,
Belokryla and bright.

Bed of fresh herbs
Flower wove bracelet
And wore a dress of rain
And she went to greet the dawn .

On my hand confusing -
Very strange star,
From her such a sad light,
He brought me here .

Parted gray house
Scare away pigeons.
I scooped up from the world of the mind
And now even more stupid .

She does not need me to me,
She knows that with me ,
And shakes his bell fire
And calling me home,

And played me while I sleep ,
Overtures white rivers.
I am alone, and I love her,
As a child he loved the snow.