Текст песни Ольга Чикина - Ворона

I'm bald raven shabby tail
Stara, ailing, rootless and terrible though,
But not as I was born in the best years,
My shining star, I was young.

I Went to the bride, was a beauty,
Fluttering above the forest, I loved the eagle.
And I was shivering when I realized:
Was I hated this eagle.

And I fought on a pine tree as a boat on the dock.
But this love he did not answer me.
And extinguished candle, ended the game,
We parted forever in the sea tractor.

That spring I met, I soon three hundred years,
I love his big I seen at lunch.
Eagle perched on an oak, that's pies -
The sick, the blind, toothless, lame and without legs.

I am a lady without ambition, but proud temper with me.
And what a wonderful bird was your wife?
How cleverly avenged how quickly brought!
That's how I won haughty eagle.

1992