Bell ringing

In the morning the wind blew.
 The sun rose in the clouds.
 The willow spread its branches.
 Copper sounds in the bells.
 And looks at the sun
 The river has a steep pier.
 The chimes became louder,
 Even the wind was silent.
 From cloud-like gaps
 Bright splashed sun ray,
 I looked like I was dressed up
 The river is fast at kruch.
 And sing, sing habitually,
 Along the sounds in the domes.
 The waves beat unusually,
 Settling in the banks.
 Cross yourself passer-by
 Under the Church chime,
 It's like hearing the voice of God
 To the tune of Bon, Bon, Bon…