Текст песни Любэ - Давай за... 2002 - Покосы

Behind the blue cliff mows,
Where the herbs are more drunk than fate.
The dense wasps are in concern,
Just like us.
With a swing at the collar whips
Rains of cheerful charge.
And the owl in the spruce eyes
They look at mine without running.

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Mowing, mowing -
Foggy surface.
And the dew slowly falls -
Such is the grace in the soul.
Mowing, mowing -
Foggy surface.
And something cherished beckons
And what is not fully understood.

Behind the blue cliff mows
We got tired of the blue river.
And the sun falls into dew
And I'm so young
Danced dashingly, and was torn
Shirts with a big turn.
And in the morning I was going again
The mowing is a cheerful people.

Chorus.

Chorus.