Моя любовь [Moya lyubovʹ] [English translation]

The moon is drawing in white on me.

A swamp swan with tender body.

The evil blood is fooling me,

My spring will be back again,

There, where you were so keen on it.

The grey mane of its horse

Will hide grass and precipices,

And it will take away by striking of a clock

About white dreams from poor words

There, where you were begging so,

My love, my love...

But in the sky the forest is playing with fire.

It lived long, it knows much.

And the pack of hounds are crying

Among branches and poles.

I'm almost caught up by

My love, my love...

• Artist:AuktYon
• Album:Птица