Текст песни Вячеслав Малежик - На траве роса

Whether seeing, whether vhodiny,
Tipsy wake up in a haystack,
Touch cheek to calm country,
By leaning your shoulder.

Dew on the grass, but does not ring braid
And in your spit dandelions.
That is my only weapon in his sleep sinning, or near sleeping
In his meadow sarafan.

Roadside hops, green expanse,
And no way back.
That l dreamed life zabubёnnaya,
Whether the drum pounding dawn.

Dew on the grass, but does not ring braid
And in your spit dandelions.
That is my only weapon in his sleep sinning, or near sleeping
In his meadow sarafan,
That is my only weapon in his sleep sinning, or near sleeping
In his meadow sarafan.