Текст песни Виктор Мацак и Яна Хабарова - А літа, літа...

Zdaєtsya Niby vchora
Zrobila Purshia Krok
Perche word of I quietly
Tee said
The I Purshia shte recently
Do you CCB lesson
The I Persha vchitelka
You navchala.
My little Donja,
So virosla vzhe minute,
For your heart with very moє
Znov radіє.
High Bude Svitla share
Vіdkriyutsya svіti,
That uspіh tvіy in zhittі
Mene zіgrіє!

Prispіv:
A lіta and lіta
So nevpinno plivut,
Mow hmarinki Ti Bili
The sky.
Yea alone, Yea one
In zhittі nashіm essence -
Zhiti in Bozhіy lyubovі
We need!

Tobi I tattoo vdyachna
In all, five scho zrobiv,
For your kindness
That your affection.
Mene Nemov the kvіtku
W lyubov'yu minute zrostiv,
Peretvoriv moє
Of Childhood in Cuzco!
I'll pam'yatati
Ti lіtnі Evenings,
Progulyanki,
Dityachі karuselі.
Promaynulo of Childhood
That znovu of time,
Nіkoli forget
Dnі veselі!

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