Текст песни Нина Пантелеева - Песни рождаются сами

The songs themselves are born
(P.Aedonitsky - L.Zavalnyuk).

Rain wandering in the bushes
Puddles in the small peas
Anyone who does not love tired
I want good songs

Music thin thread
Again, hanging over the forest
Song can not write -
The songs themselves are born
Song can not write -
The songs themselves are born

Here it is, somebody's spring
As she sang spinning
Not the song she -
The song they did not work

Music thin thread
Again, hanging over the forest
Song can not write -
The songs themselves are born

Who invented the sky
Stars, bye, separation
Who wrote this maple
Verba green hands

Music thin thread
Again, hanging over the forest
Song can not write -
The songs themselves are born

The rain knocks on sheets
Puddles in the small peas
Anyone who does not love tired
I want good songs

Like on his father's doorstep
For the songs we come to you
As well, at times
The songs themselves are born

As well, at times
The songs themselves are born
As well, at times
The songs themselves are born