Текст песни Олег Лукач - Летить галка

Jackdaw flies through the beam,
Flying , Caws.
Walks girl quiet grove
And the plaintive cries.

Do not let me be
On the morning of the well ,
Neither rye reap , nor to Lena ,
Neither the evenings .

Every evening piznenko ,
As the mother fell asleep,
Released hearing the singing of birds ,
Because he has never heard.

The result was , was under willow
And look at the water.
Seriously , it's hard to live in the world
Sirota without family .

Jackdaw flies through the beam,
Flying , Caws.
Walks girl quiet grove
And the plaintive cries.