Елена Фролова - Солнце до земли клонится
текст песни

The sun sinks to the ground
The day falls into the grass
Perhaps someone will remember
The shadow of my light
Perhaps when the ringing of my words comes true
A prophetic golden dream will fly by like a stream-street
My quiet street
A faint light in the window
My clever one is waiting for me
My mother, to me
In this gentle silence
Your light shines
As if from your fairy tale I
I went out and am heading home