Текст песни Татьяна Кувичинская - Заблудился ветер

Lost the wind in the thin branches of Willow,
Scrupted curly, lush beauty.
Where is the girl that she looks shy
And climbs the ribbon in a blond braid.

Young creature in a dress from Citz,
With the good eyes of the Color of Vasilkov,
Where we met, the field compensates,
Do not find me, can be seen, maiden traces.

Songs that we sang with cute to dawn,
I became more expensive than Trek Solovna.
In search of my beloved I wander in the light,
Remember, respond, my girl.