The paintbrush of the morning sun colours the earth,
fragile colours melt the ice.
You are so beautiful, I cannot breathe,
you let your sun warm me.
If you go away, what will be left for me?
If you go away, this summer will disappear.
If you go away, rivers will freeze again and
you'll make the Rowan tree in the garden frost.
The northern wind plays with me with its flame
light brings me its consolation.
The light on the wall spirals like a garland,
your speech makes it blossom.
If you go away, what will be left for me?
If you go away, this summer will disappear.
If you go away, rivers will freeze again and
you'll make the Rowan tree in the garden frost.
The sky splits... love rains down on us...
melts the snow, the ice... this rain grants an amnesty...
You are so beautiful, I cannot breathe,
the moments are just a fading dream.
You smile prettier than before,
I can't get a moment of peace from you.
If you go away, what will be left for me?
If you go away, this summer will disappear.
If you go away, rivers will freeze again and
you'll make the Rowan tree in the garden frost.
You are so beautiful, I cannot breathe,
the moments are just a fading dream.