Текст песни Burning Fields

Between the Carpathians and Black Sea The fields of Baragan are lying Vast plains as far as you can see No hills, no woods! The spring has past The water from the melted snow has past In the lowland the summer has begun Dead heat, no rain, dead heat Under the burning sun The flocks of sheep are wandering The roots of the plants are desperate searching For the essence of life The heavy clouds are passing Heading to the mountains forests The sun is hidding As the majestic night falls Up in a locust tree The nightingale whispers The most graceful song As the moon lights the burning fields of Baragan.