Childhood memory , a moment of joy
In the early days , but on gelid mildew
Run to the sea of the rainbow,
To plunge into the dawn.
And fall and lie in the grass,
And the dream : "In the city noise will not be back ."
And love all that white light
What is not in vain is called White Russia .
It's very simple , white dew ,
White Dew to keep only Learn to see .
Cleanse us , Russ White ,
Dew of Thy grace .
Cleanse us , Russ White ,
Dew of Thy grace .
Moment of earthly birth,
God's gift , a blessing to live .
I'm your repetition, white stork ,
That over a dense forest circling .
Bright white linen dresses ,
Colour lakes in the eyes of my beloved .
Everything in my life, I do,
As a child growing up white
I sang the nightingale .
It's very simple , white dew ,
White Dew to keep only Learn to see .
Purge , Russ White ,
Dew of Thy grace .
Purge , Russ White ,
Dew of Thy grace .
