Music by Ostap Gavrish
Words of Vasily Gostyuk
There behind the roads, there behind the mists,
At the crossroads of young dreams
Shoot spring with coveted dreams,
With the winds of our hopes.
They are blossoming with grace, overgrown with happiness
Joyfully shining days,
We were invited to the holiday of love,
Songs won in hearts.
Oh, let me touch your honey lips
Until the heat of love in the heart is extinguished!
Oh, let me know, evening star,
Is time no longer in control of feelings ?!
Oh, let me touch your honey lips
Until the heat of love in the heart is extinguished!
Oh, let me know, evening star,
Is time no longer in control of feelings ?!
How to reduce, darling, our distance
Between the faded springs?
Our destinies are sailing to the pier again,
To the pier of the sun and spring.
Again our hearts swell with wonders,
The soul will be warmed by warmth.
Forever in songs we will remain young,
Although autumn is circling over my forehead.
Oh, let me touch your honey lips
Until the heat of love in the heart is extinguished!
Oh, let me know, evening star,
Is time no longer in control of feelings ?!
Oh, let me touch your honey lips
Until the heat of love in the heart is extinguished!
Oh, let me know, evening star,
Is time no longer in control of feelings ?!
Oh, let me touch your honey lips
Until the heat of love in the heart is extinguished!
Oh, let me know, evening star,
Is time no longer in control of feelings ?!
Oh, let me touch your honey lips
Until the heat of love in the heart is extinguished!
Oh, let me know, evening star,
Is time no longer in control of feelings ?!
