Василенко Ольга - Выходил туман на поля - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

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Fog in the field. Covered tired herbs. And inhale the night coolness of the earth, and love for meadows and forests exhaled ... Until the morning, the moorings, the worlds about mercy, gently launching the winds of the winds. The first beam flashed, imputing the cooled diva, and the world was surprised, as if he looked at the first time, hitting how beautifully ... and yesterday's sun returned to the sky back ... And the land under the grass did not ask anything. A gloomy look around the light of circulating, the rain twisted the clouds of baskets, and overwhelmed the tramp to the longing, over the ground passing, having felt on his guarantee. And the earth took the rain jet badly, so that the herbs are driving under a foggy haze ....