Текст песни Анатоль Ярмоленко - Спатканне

As the birch branches fell silent,
The guy was waiting for the girl, but she didn't come.
What does a harmonica player do when he is alone in his heart?
And the harmonic voice sang to the sight.

Chorus:

White, white, blonde, blonde
A star on a drop of whining race,
My fairy tale and song are Belarusian
The most enchanting beauty.

And the girl thinks - loves the guy or not,
If he loves her very much, he will call her again.
The evening time will come and the fire will go out
The hormone sings for the black eyebrow.