Текст песни
They're on the way, the words of love
They're flying faster than the moment flies
I am in stage fright before singing
My lips have grown colder than ice
But soon that place, where, leaning to the windows
By tender birches make dry rustling sound,
The voices will be ringing of the shadows
And roses will in blackened wreaths be wound
And now the wind, all redolent and heated
In perfect vigor
And now the wind, all redolent and heated,
In perfect vigor
And now the wind, all redolent and heated
They're on the way, the words of love
They're flying faster than the moment flies
I am in stage fright before singing
My lips have grown colder than ice
àuen, sayonie
