Георг Отс - Севастопольский вальс
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Birch trees smell like Saturday again
And the girl’s cheeks are blushed by the sunset
Leave the haymaking for Sunday rest
Will not let your beloved's shining gaze
Spinning with a girl whose braids are wheat
The black-browed soldier is not averse to it even for a day
Well, where else can you find such lightning?
Like in our Saaremaa on a June night!
Well, where else can you find such lightning?
Like in our Saaremaa on a June night!
On the branches of bird cherry the flowers are snow-white
Nightingales sing in a birch grove
I so want to cling to your tender lips
Blooming like an apple tree - in the month of love
Spinning with a girl whose braids are wheat
The black-browed soldier is not averse to it even for a day
Well, where else can you find such lightning?
Like in our Saaremaa on a June night!
Well, where else can you find such lightning?
Like in our Saaremaa on a June night!
Here the fields are covered with dew at night
The meadows are awakened by the ringing song
The whole island is filled with joy until dawn
While he weaves scarlet silk into the clouds
Spinning with a girl whose braids are wheat
The black-browed soldier is not averse to it even for a day
Well, where else can you find such lightning?
Like in our Saaremaa on a June night!
Well, where else can you find such lightning?
Like in our Saaremaa on a June night!
Here the darkness kisses the clear dawn
And labor day wakes up again
And after sunset you agree again
Tirelessly waltz around with me
Well, why are you still joking, you can’t say about the main thing
Curly-haired, big-eyed, boy - a soldier?
After all, white nights in our Saaremaa
Beautiful, but they fly too fast
After all, white nights in our Saaremaa
Beautiful, but they fly too fast