Текст песни Иван Кучин - Кукушка

Over the edge of the soul could drink,
And fate is contrary to rights.
I poured but not equally
I took joy aside
Where bitter tryn grass grew.

Days downhill, and around the forest,
And in it is the bird that does not build nests
Explain to me the variegated
Is the darling waiting there beyond the forest?
Or maybe someone is waiting in the sky.

You cuckoo the cuckoo in the blue silence
How much more I have left on earth
Do not regret, but you just cuckoo me a cuckoo
And when I'm somewhere, somewhere there
I'll give you triple for every day
Songs that rain will leave a tear on the glass.

I hid and fell silent all over,
And the cuckoo didn't start counting,
I broke from a branch into a thicket,
But my destiny remains
Not counted by anyone in advance.

You cuckoo the cuckoo in the blue silence
How much more I have left on earth
Do not regret, but you just cuckoo me a cuckoo
And when I'm somewhere, somewhere there
I'll give you triple for every day
Songs that rain will leave a tear on the glass.