DESCRIPTION:
The sun in the sky, fades over the river ❤
Twilight has the smell of hay and dream
I will go ahead, I will go far
For the last forest of white birches

I'll go far, I'll go to the meadows
Painted gold and rust
I confide in willows of our separation
Willows believe whispers and tears

I miss you, I'm crying over you
dew and mist are crying with me
In the silence trembling words that I will not tell
Because who understand it is only you

I'll go far, I'll go to the meadows
Painted gold and rust
I confide in willows of our separation
Willows believe whispers
Willows believe whispers
Willows believe whispers and tears

I'll go far, I'll go to the meadows
Painted gold and rust
I confide in willows of our separation
Willows believe whispers
Willows believe whispers
Willows believe whispers and tears