not in the valuable garden, melons in the charnitsa, may the dear sun not come, that zatulіtsya yana.ough your patched top, you feel the evening, you feel the evening, you feel the garden, on your thin shoulders, grazing the night at a time. here i am with you , i am enchanting with the fogs, i am completely shapatly washing, i am enchanting, i am enchanting, i am whimpering. i'm white, i'm ripe, at the distance of yours , you're whispering to me the words of hell that i'm whispering to you, evening, enchanted. seasoned may, here i am with you, in the fogs i enchant you, vasya, i wash you, i enchant, i enchant,