Basarabian Hills piosenki

Black and sinister're the crows, Like sentries on the top of trees Sleek plumage blending with the night Until the sun emerges bright. 

The fog engulfed the whole spread - A gloomy, wavering unreal sea, That's blotting out everything ahead And's muffling sounds to a whispering degree. And shrounded figures in cocoons of fog, Come into view like weird spectres, And rolling slowly mo...

The days of dazzling sun are gone, Dark clouds gather high above. And soon the sky is overcast The fields look faded and forlorn. And hoarfrost sparkles on the ground On fresh and clear November morn'.