Текст песни Ольга Кот - Колыбельная лесной девы

Lullaby virgin forest

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You zavernesh the corner of her cloak ... Past Sleepless Town Hall no runs,
Volley holds bronze musket, if love must learn to forgive,
Then goodbye.
In the impure, behind the ramparts, on the desecrated bed of feather
Sleeps my king, the loser unfair fight - and that's not nice was King.
As promised, keep and preserve, or leave it on the doorstep of the monastery.
The strange ship, sailing to the coast, will be able to save you, to take out of the sea.

That's my girl, warm hands of others - no longer hold her, not lull.
Old tree with a canopy of clouds softly calling to him - will quietly sleep.