Текст песни O.Yanovich - Чучело

Scarecrow

Clean pure water
All that first tormented
I'm flying to you my native
Garden scarecrow
And let your outfit
And the hand breaks
But for that of you
Crows are frightened
etc.

And at night so light
And the grove as if the viewer
And you are not stuffed
And the angel my keeper

And let the shirt on Beckrane
Spin on a spit
Not on clothes say
And on the mind they met us

And we walitate with you
Through garden beds
And angry birds black
Still hungry

Hear somewhere crying cat
Under the pioneer bush
Be patient a little more
There is a path under the bridge
We are with you on that path
Quietly go down to the river
People will come to laugh
And you and there is no anywhere