Текст песни Воронец Ольга - Крапивушка

Good Red Raspberry in the morning,
But nettle departed to her the path,
Before the raspberry I could not get
Only the hands are all nettle burned.

The path to his beloved was close
But here the nettle became across,
I went to look a new path,
And my beloved did not know for a long time to wait.

In vain I am spoiling that
She shook my Malinux,
I'll tell you everything: so that love is not losing,
About the nettle of hands is not boats to burn.

Stripped forests,
Patterned bushes
Why, why don't I know
We grow with Malina you.