Текст песни Даша Волосевич - Кавер песни Кукушка

How many songs have not been written yet,
Tell the cuckoo, sing.
In the city I live or on the settlements,
To lay a stone or burn a star, a star.

My sun, look at me
My palm turned into a fist
And if there is gunpowder, give fire, like that.

Who will follow the lonely track
Strong and bold heads piled in the field in battle
Few remained in the bright memory,
In a sober mind and with a firm hand in the ranks, in the ranks.

My sun, look at me
My palm turned into a fist
And if there is gunpowder, give fire, like that.

Where are you now free will
With whom are you now meeting affectionate dawn, answer.
Good with you and bad without you
Head and shoulders patient under the whip, under the whip.

My sun, look at me
My palm turned into a fist
And if there is gunpowder, give fire, like that.

My sun, look at me
My palm turned into a fist
And if there is gunpowder, give fire, like that.