Текст песни Валентина Легкоступова - Ягода-малина

Can you remember the fairy-tale dream ,
You have forgotten it or not,
Floated over the field crimson bells ,
Engaged in crimson light.

Berry , raspberry us to his Manila
Berry , raspberry summer guests called,
As these sparks flashed at dawn,
Oh, a sort of sweet raspberry was .

Quietly magical forest rustled ,
Only for us to sing it nightingales,
And raspberries ripe such
Smelled warm your lips .

Berry , raspberry us to his Manila
Berry , raspberry summer guests called,
As these sparks flashed at dawn,
Oh, a sort of sweet raspberry was .

You give me one word repetitions,
The timeless century.
And let the radiance of dawn
Again become a crimson river .

Berry , raspberry us to his Manila
Berry , raspberry summer guests called,
As these sparks flashed at dawn,
Oh, a sort of sweet raspberry was .