Текст песни Александр Маточкин - Ветерочек

The breeze became spring poured
over the grave has become a ribbon to play

Pretty sinful soul
By mail, my life is not good

Do not look at the light of cheerful eyes
I do not see the sun with sun rays from the sky

In the heart of the pit And the eyes are full of longing
Gorgeous of the annoyance of Kruchina

Do not dissolve that annoyance for the ridges
sadness crash will not burn in the evenings

I will not tell anyone about annoyance
I neither baby nor native mother
nor sister only by lubbing one