Текст песни Автор-исполнитель В.Медведев - Кукушечка

Beats me through the windows again
Longing is like a black raven.
My heart breaks free
Yes sticky holds the city.

From the eyes that climb into the soul
From evil prickly arrows
I’ll go to the green forest -
He will heal my soul ...

        Soft herbs
        Streams clean
        Quiet oak forests
        Bunches of fragrant.
        
        I'm on the trail
        I find that
        Bring to the wad,
        And I will not be back soon ...

There, at the forest edge,
Cuckoo is telling
How much I have left to live.
Sigh: what a little!

Knock years on the accounts
The mug is empty ...
Sing, talk again
Good cuckoo!

        Do not rush me!
        And so not long
        My life's line
        The song is swan.
        
        The song is not complicated
        Creeps downwind ...
        And the years are laid in it
        Like firewood in a woodpile.
        

When I sleep all the years
Burn the melancholy alarm
Only this forest, yes the stars
I’ll take it with me on the road.

Soul spread its wings
Fly up the hill
Fly to their edges
Light as a feather.

        Over soft herbs
        Streams clean
        Quiet oak forests
        Bunches of fragrant.
        
        I'm on the trail
        I find that
        Bring to the wad,
        And I will not be back soon ...