Текст песни Владимир Трошин - Кукушка блантер-симонов

In the dense forest on the edge of the green
Cuckoo, cuckoo, cuckoo longs
That promises us happiness, grief predicts
Someone thinks the year.
 
Whether the rider proskachet sometimes late
Whether in the forest hunter will pass tired
Fortunately, that they feared not death
She cuckoo them a hundred times.
 
In the dense forest on the edge of the green
Cuckoo, cuckoo, cuckoo longs
He tries in vain silly bird
Human destiny guess.
 
And yet each, though the truth is there is no
Remember the familiar childhood omen
Wanting to him to a hundred skukovala
Cuckoo in the dense forest.
Cuckoo in the dense forest.