Текст песни Yoki - Кострома

My Kostroma - multi-colored Kostroma
Sky , river, sky , river
Boats to the island on the river boats island
Melt century melt century melt century

petals spring
Flew like a dream
Where a tender young girl believed
She was behind the clouds
Would fly , but until
Tears of unfathomable grief measured out

Among white flocks
Above sadness grows
Where poor young girl crying
She would be up to the moon
Fly . How boulders
Sky high heavy clouds