Текст песни СНЕГА - Травы

And I will gather herbs
I'm going across the brook
I'm on the stones on the berries
In the woods you will find
Sweet tears drug
Will your birch sap
Do not drink the native beauties
Drink honey juicy hundred

Cradle Lays land
I featherbeds and field
Hospitable award
Noon nap delight
Silver Dew
The tenderness tear
And comfortable and fresh
So childish good

Light
White apple color
Heaven
Blue eyes
Trail
Crane flocks
Russian Region
Blond paradise

And I'll go across the brook
I will type it in water
The river is clean and easy
Like a mother's hand
Above the river to the skies
Slender birches number of brides
The groves and scream-y
I like to respond

To see the whole world
I want a feast
Light brown edge
My shelter, my family
Brothers druzhenki friend
We are strengthened by separation
Always affectionate given
So I searched for a long time

Light
White apple color
Heaven
Blue eyes
Trail
Crane flocks
Russian Region
Blond paradise