Текст песни Сябры - Жар-птушка

Music - Edward Hanok words - Gennady Buraukin

How should we for heat-bird after any race,
Any prybludim back to the village,
Where in the distant youth, in a happy youth
On the king-Crane were making snares.
Where in the distant youth, in a happy youth
On the king-Crane were making snares.

Quiet sun behind the old house sit.
Start of a mountain ash in the courts of pink.
In the gardens of friends sated call tits.
I shouted unattainable in my sky crane.
In the gardens of friends sated call tits.
I shouted unattainable in my sky crane.

We walk along the paths, which are not true.
We go on the children run wild forests.
Gossamer - at the top. Cobweb - in the heather.
Cobweb in your i in my hair.
Gossamer - at the top. Cobweb - in the heather.
Cobweb in your i in my hair.