Нина Пантелеева - Песни рождаются сами
текст песни

The rain is raving through the bushes
Luzhitsy in small peas.
Everyone who is not tired of love
I want good songs.

Music is a thin thread
Hanging over the forests again.
The song cannot be composed,
Songs are born themselves.
The song cannot be composed,
Songs are born themselves.

Here it is someone's spring
How she sang was spinning
Just not a song she,
Their song did not work out.
Music is a thin thread
He weighs again in the forests.
The song cannot be composed,
Songs are born themselves.

Who composed the sky
Stars, dates, separation?
Who composed this maple
Verb green hands?
Music is a thin thread
He weighs again in the forests.
The song cannot be composed,
Songs are born themselves.

Rain knocks on the sheets,
Luzhitsy in small peas.
Everyone who is not tired of love
I want good songs.
As if on a father's threshold
We come to the song.
How good it is sometimes
Songs are born themselves.

How good it is sometimes
Songs are born themselves.
How good it is sometimes
Songs are born themselves ...