Текст песни Худой - Серая кукушка за рекой

Em H7 Em
 Often I dream my sweet home,
  E7 Am
 Wood something about their dreams,
 Am D7 G Em
 Grey cuckoo for recom-o-oh
   Am Em H7
 What I said to live there.
   
 I pressed gently to the flower,
 Stems of wild rosemary flattened,
 And it sounds tired cuckoo,
 Measured out my life choice.
   
 I dream of the edge colors,
 In the children's dreams forgotten fringe,
 Eighty, ninety, one hundred,
 Something you become generous cuckoo.
   
 I miss his native country,
 At its dawn and dusk,
 On the scorched earth of Afghanistan
 Sleep weary Russian soldiers.
   
 They spend force without stint,
 They are accustomed to hunger and fatigue,
 Force is not hoard their reserve.
 Who is to say that they would live.
   
 So what are you, cuckoo, wait,
 I give someone else's share of someone.
 The soldier in front of eternity,
 You're her old age do not confuse