OVER THE GROUND OF FOG

There is fog above the land, Otherwise, the sum is for the sins, Otherwise, the sum is for the sins, Until spring has flown. And now on the world They are followed, They die so often There are lines in the fields. Oh, those bitter polynyas, There are lines in the fields... The fogs will clear, Bo is not visible behind you, Bo is not visible behind you, Why is the earth crowing? Oh blues, turn around In my thoughts, in my songs At the pitiful song, Vi, blue, s nebuttya. Oh, life ended, Life ended... Above the land of fog Sivina fell, Sivina fell That's on the father's screen. The day before All the wars in the world, In the white world Don't kill the blue ones! Oh, don't kill the blue ones, Yours, earth, blue!..