Травница - Сватовство
текст песни

Words - Evgenia Spashchenko
Music and vocals - Natalia Yeltsova
Guitar - Alexander Rodovsky
Flute - Timur Nekrasov

Licking a rainfall licks a wave,
The sea is in a blue atlas.
From the sky, deep bottom
Bring you gold, girl?

Cloud yarn from the blue mountains,
Zor of prickly stucco fabrics
Dress me lights, yard
Paint the brutal brows ...

What kind of joy to you in the snow?
Here are brocade and grenades scarlet ...
I caught Pevunius-PTA
With the miracle-parties unprecedented ...

I have no cute slaves to me,
The heart of the winds is craving over the twists
Let their swire to dusk
TuKTK Pattering-word volatile ...

The king has not yet been found
The imperious rule with dashing buoyans.
Full to dream, drink
Terrible guilt is alien ...

Gork me their fruit honey,
The lips are asked more delighted -
Those that the sun pours rays
On the scope of foreign marinas.

You ask you expensive gifts
I have only brittle coins,
Yes, a herd of black horses,
Yes, swords with a precious toe.

And yet you are poor, prince,
Once in power in battles,
Neither get, alas, nor steal
What will fasten my promise.