Jazzик - Дурочка
текст песни

In the village, the girl was called a fool.
She spent her days blowing her whistle.
She remembered no one, saw no one.
The sun smiled from a knitted sweater.

A rosy sun on the fool's chest.
Danced every day to the tune of the whistle.
In the evening, curled up on the hill,
The girl fell asleep in the coltsfoot leaves.

Before bed, she cradled the knitted sun.
The word "mama" nursed her little throat.
Only in the word, and the girl saw no one.
Except the rosy-cheeked sun from the sweater.