VITAS - White Acacia

All night long, to us, a nightingale was whistling
The city was silent, and silent were all the houses
The white acacia fragrant flowers
All night long drove us crazy
The white acacia fragrant flowers
All night long drove us crazy with
Unwashed garden rinsed by spring rain
Dark ravines were filled with rain water
God, how we were naïve
How we were young then
Years passed away, making us grey
Where was purity of alive branches
Only winter storm and this white
Today resemble them
Only winter storm and this white
Today resemble them
The hour when the wind raves furious
With a new power I can feel
The white acacia fragrant flowers
Irrecoverable as the youth of mine
The white acacia fragrant flowers
Irrecoverable as the youth of mine

[allaalejnikova]

All night the Nightingale was whistling to us
The city was silent and was silent house
White acacia clusters of fragrant
The night drove us crazy

White acacia clusters of fragrant
The night drove us crazy
The entire garden was washed by spring showers
In dark ravines there was water

Oh how naive we were
How young we were then
Years raced gray us making
Where the purity of these branches live

Yes only winter snowstorm that white
Remind them today about
Yes only winter snowstorm that white
Remind them today about

In an hour when the wind is raging furiously
With new strength I feel
White acacia clusters of fragrant
Sunk as a youth my

White acacia clusters of fragrant
Sunk as a youth my