Текст песни Пахоменков Пётр - Вышло на раздолье красно солнышко

It turned out on a rapid red sun,
Yes to the ground, the raw rays cares las
And sighed with a full pole,
It's time to wake up and dealt.

Blobbed everywhere water thale,
Birds played in heaven, circle from joy,
And in the forest birch two wept,
Whether from sadness, then from pity.

The wind will touches me for goodbye
The clouds are carried out along the path to the oblast,
But no one will say goodbye,
Only the cherry to the face will touch.

Author Pakhomenkov Peter.