Текст песни Варвара - Летала, да пела

I sometimes ranneyu First
Wanted a bird with a white
fly
What used to catch
for love
Berries be collected early ,
Paths to learn the secret .
Yes sing,
Yes, everything fly
behind you
 
Summer flew yes singing.
Summer flew so I sang .
winter bewitched
Around whirled
Swept , summer - summer.
To love is not foretold
All waited nice one
Yes unloved .
 
On a bit - field poplars
Son- grass one yes Color
without a break
Only bitter honey
collected
Cold waiting , did not notice
As these become berries
Similarly, ice
I would fly
Yes tired
 
Summer flew yes singing.
Summer flew so I sang .
winter bewitched
Around whirled
Swept , summer - summer.
To love is not foretold
All waited nice one
Yes unloved .