Текст песни Голубые береты - Кукушка

I often dream of my sweet home ,
Wood something about their dreams .
Gray cuckoo across the river ,
How many would live me thinks .

I pressed gently to the flower ,
Rosemary stalk flattened ,
And it sounds lazy & quot; cuckoo & quot ;,
Measuring out my life choice.

I dream of flowers edge ,
In the children's dreams forgotten fringe ,
Eighty , ninety , one hundred ,
Something you become generous , cuckoo .

I miss my home country ,
According to its dawn and dusk ,
On the Afghan scorched earth
Russian soldiers slept uneasily .

They spend force without stint ,
They are accustomed to the cold and fatigue,
Do not hoard their power in reserve .
So tell ka as they left.

So what are you , cuckoo , wait,
I give someone else share someone else's .
The soldier in front of eternity ,
You're her old age do not confuse