TATITERA — Шепот, робкое дыхание, Ver 3.0

A whisper, a timid breath, The nightingale’s trill, Silver and the gentle sway Of a sleepy stream,

Night light, nighttime shadows, Shadows without end, A row of magical changes On a beloved face,

In smoky little clouds — the purple of a rose, A gleam of amber, And kisses, and tears, And the dawn, the dawn!

In smoky little clouds — the purple of a rose, A gleam of amber, And kisses, and tears, And the dawn, the dawn!

A quiet sigh and a shiver of confession, The rustle of grass in the hush, A sweet tremor of waiting In the depths of the soul,

A light chime in the milky mist, Light through a half-dream, And in carefree radiance The heart’s quiet moan,

And breath at daybreak, A bright, trembling moment, Where love, like a free wind, Whispers eternity into them.

In smoky little clouds — the purple of a rose, A gleam of amber, And kisses, and tears, And the dawn, the dawn!

In smoky little clouds — the purple of a rose, A gleam of amber, And kisses, and tears, And the dawn, the dawn! And the dawn, the dawn!