Текст песни Анастасия Лыкова - Ива

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Wind rustles branches sadly,
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Above the clear water of the stream,
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Young was a willow,
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Lonely at the creek.
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Young was a willow,
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Lonely at the creek.
But once the boy-wind
From the distant overseas countries,
Once I spotted early spring,
Flexible willow girl's camp.

He spoke to her gently, gently,
About love she whispered to her,
That shy, carelessly,
Scythe Devechi unravel.

That blows the cool of the evening,
That fire is burning like the sun
And he whispered: & quot; No & quot ;, it is necessary to
I told him: & quot; Do not touch & quot;

Wind rustles branches sadly,
Above the clear water of the stream,
Young was a willow,
Lonely and a draw.