Текст песни Ставицкая Т - Лелеча доля

She told her mother, in the summer,
Storks brought me to the house.
I didn't say, son, on golden eve,
That they left a little wandering ...

And when she heard the screech,
Froze in the field:
"Bring, storks, bad luck"

Blue clouds float, blue clouds float.
I'm sorry now
I don't believe in storks.
And when they cry, they are clean in the sky,
I want to go back to my childhood.

Worship the field
On four sides
For a fateful fate
And years gone by.

For a fateful fate
And years gone by.