Текст песни Красная бурда - Первая любовь

In the glade, flowers are like hair
Do not tear them greedily with your hands.
Symmetrical stripes on the back -
These are the stripes of first love.
I will go out - a - and into the open field,
I will fall - u - u into carrots,
Here it is - a - and what -
First love.

The green of your eyes and your teeth is gold
Tear it off my chest,
I'm not cold in virgin soil with pile
From your unquenchable love.
Your father - a - and at the entrance

Beats my face - oh - oh my blood,
He found out - a - but about our
First love.

The grasses in the field are strewn with dew.
Don't call me a bunny anymore
You walked with rakes and scythes
For my cornflower-blue love.
Head - a - a shaking,
Derga - an eyebrow,
Here it is - a - and what
First love.