Текст песни Марина Стрельцова - Кукушечка

Cried Kukushechka: short legs,
Red boots do not buy - great.
Kukushechka is measured from the alder catkins,
Yes it is example - crumbled to dust.

Cried Kukushechka: yes darling chayala
Become white tsapelkoy to the water in the pond,
Or starling bird with songbirds Her head ...
In the meantime, my love, everything is "cuckoo" yes "cuckoo".

Ptichenka grieve that laid an egg
In someone else's in the forest, in a remote forest in.
I cried polnochenki: no son and no little daughter.
Turned slёzonki Kukushkin in the grass.

Do not worry, Kukushechka that short legs hurt,
What I did not tsapelkoy the water in the pond.
A son of my daughter so you do not cry polnochenki:
They have small wings, do not call - do not come.

On Kukushechka pine, but pine tall,
With her as a bell tower, seen everything away:
Tsapelek on the pond, on the twig of a nightingale,
Tits yes ticks - all highly visible.
And yet the sky is blue, but so beautiful,
With high pine trees all look so stare.
And the sky that stars like cuckoo slёzochki:
to Grow wings, but to reach them.