Текст песни С'нега - Травы

I gather herbs
I'll go on across the brook
I'm on the stones on the berries
in the woods you will find
sweet drug of tears
will juice your birches
do not drink the native beauties
drink honey from the honeycombs juicy

Lays cradle land
I featherbeds and field
hospitable award
noon nap-delight
silvery dew
in tears of emotion
and cozy and fresh
so childish good

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shine
white apple color
heaven
blue eyes
track
Crane flocks
Russian region
blonde heaven

and I'll go across the brook
I will type it in water
the river is clean and easy
like a mother's hand
over the river to the skies
slender birches number of brides
in the woods will shout ay
I respond like

to see the whole world
I want to arrange a feast
light brown edge
my refuge, my family
brothers druzhenki-girlfriend
We got stronger from separation
always affectionate gave
so I have been looking for

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