Текст песни С. Котець - Перелаз,мій перелаз

It smells of cherries, a flower ,
White spring.
But the years go, go,
Do not bring them.

Chorus:
Perelaz my Perelaz ,
The trail to the limit.
As I remember you,
Heat the soul . | (2)

In the valley trail
Mother led us .
Yellow openwork
We willow blossom .

Chorus.

Here we grow with you ,
Here honey color.
parted ways
In the wide world .

Chorus.

In Nightingale Grove
Song sung .
On the trail of willow
Again recalled.

Chorus.