Никита Фоминых - Белые росы
текст песни

Behind the forest in a narrow strip
The sky is getting lighter little by little
Everything is quiet in the pre-dawn chill
Dew, and the smell of wormwood
White white white dews
Falling falling falling burning stars
Fog over the river
Early dawn
White white white dews
Falling falling falling burning stars
And there are only two of us
Only you and me

And the night was so beautiful
Ah, how many stars in the clear sky
But we didn’t count them
When we spent the night in a haystack