не кукуй, кукушечка - мелодия
текст песни

Do not cook, cuckoo
In the cheese of the borus.
I am orphaned
On the alien side.

I do not dare to cry
They don’t tell me to sob
Only ordered
Sit the little girl.

I'll sit on a bench
I will print myself.
I'll look at the window
I note people.

There are many good people
Only there is no cute.
There is no dear friend
There is no lover.

Mountains and valleys -
That is my grief.
Lesya grass -
All my steep.

River fast -
That's my tears.
Dark nights
I was sitting.

Sebaceous candles
I exposed.
And his sweetheart
I could not wait.