Текст песни И. Бржевская - У ручья

I brought me to the stream,
Oshness of the sword
And I've been waiting for something I
Good, good
He did not say about love,
Sheets he branch a knife,
And a narrow bridge without a railing
I was confused by a little.

You can go here alone
Do not take another hand
And I smiled at him
Almost ready for a feat
And I can and I can not
I hide my excitement,
And he stands on the shore
And looks, nevertheless.

It is, the branch of the trick
In his shirt whlen
And you know, I love you -
He tells me from the shore,
(I'll go through the stream a hundred times
On a thin thrill,
To flush from such speeches
On the middle item.) 2p.