Song maiden

Sunset blooming.
The earing rye.
I put on earrings,
Then put on a pin.

Bubbling river.
Evening on fire.
I took the ring
By fingers tiny.

Flaming reveille.
Running sound.
My love dream
I have in heart.

Naughty winds.
Bent cornflowers.
Farewell summer heat,
Tied on a shawl.

Chorus:

Go into field
To whirling ears.
Build a roundelay,
Swan-girlfriends.

Sing about bitter
True maiden fate,
Voices complete of
Sounds ruspberry.

#andrey_of_rus

Original text on Russian:
http://www.stihi.ru/2011/08/18/3380