Текст песни Алиса - Бодрэ таллар- минус

Curly willows from the morning breeze
Trembling only;
One box is broken
It makes them cry.

What is that beautiful bird to us
What do you mean?
Or of those who come here
Does he express his feelings?

Curly fibers, zifa fibers,
Dressed in silk.
However, as if saddened,
Bent down.

Don't bend down, come every morning,
Let the box land on you!
Of love forever
Let him tell his secrets!