Песни под гитару - Кукушка
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Often I dream of my native home.
The forest dreams of something about her.
Gray cuckoo behind the river - behind the river
How much to live left to me, thinks.
Gray cuckoo behind the river - behind the river
How much to live left to me, thinks.

I pressed affectionately to the flower
The stalk of the lobe is crushed.
And the lazy ku-ku sounds,
Measuring the lives of my date.
And the lazy ku-ku sounds,
Measuring the lives of my date.

I dream of a edge of flowers.
All in the daisies are a quiet edge.
Eighty ... ninety ... one hundred ...
What are you split, cuckoo?
Eighty ... ninety ... one hundred ...
What are you split, cuckoo?

I am longing for my native land,
According to her dawn and sunsets.
On a cold, sprinkled ground
Russian guys sleep anxiously.
On a cold, sprinkled ground
Russian guys sleep anxiously.

They spend their strength without stingy,
They are familiar with hunger and fatigue.
They do not save their strength in reserve.
So tell me how much they have left ...
They do not save their strength in reserve.
So tell me how much they have left ...

So you, cuckoo, wait
I can give someone else's share of someone else.
The tramp has eternity ahead
You do not confuse her with old age.

Often I dream of my native home.
The forest dreams of something about her.
Gray cuckoo behind the river - behind the river
How much to live left to me, thinks.
Gray cuckoo behind the river - behind the river
How much to live left to me, thinks.