Светлана Киракосян - Рассветная - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

May 2015

The author is the performer Kirakosyan Svetlana V.

*** Dawn ***

The dawn cuts off the night, the night cuts off,

Craciously feminine eyes are opened by nature,

Waking up from a bird's homon, squinting gently,

Floral heads look at sunlight.

The sky is swinging to the beat of the melodies of the southern winds,

Spring is sung, echoing the consonance of herbs.

The sun rises, you hear, the sun rises and plays dew in the meadows.

Sincerely devotedly, foliage suddenly whispers all its secrets.

Listening insinuatingly, you delve into the essence of pristine nature

Veved by the sacrament of tenderness, all the eternal souls of the earth.

Square from life threads intertwine.

The sky is swinging into the beat of the melodies of the southern winds, spring sags, echoing the consonance of herbs. The sun rises, you hear, the sun rises and plays dew in the meadows.

Fill the cups with a drink of enchanting phrases

And the summer on the feast will raise a glass for omnipotent whirlpools,

Blinding us through centuries, the fans of the worlds

To the great miracle of love, despite the arguments.

The sky is swinging into the beat of the melodies of the southern winds, spring sags, echoing the consonance of herbs. The sun rises, you see, the sun rises and plays dew in the meadows.