Quiet at night when the moon beam in the water trembling slightly,For aul in the silence of the stones is booming riverLeaves dormant forests among themselves saying,Dark green cover all land put to toe.Mountains catch the distant hum, scream in the silence of a shepherd,A date for the village you come to me ...And fearless, and gentle, and beautiful as a child,Reaching afar spirit with difficulty,Places were not the words I remember the frequent sound of the heartThe moment my lips silently leaned suddenly you.Mountains catch the distant hum, scream in the silence of a shepherdA date for the village you come to me ...