Via Aldo Moro - Ольха
текст песни

Boris Kornilov

ALDER

I love very much
And mom and clearing,
Stars over the water to the ruble.
I would look better, but I won’t become -
I love very much.
Because do not sing other songs,
Without love, in the soul of Zhechenev, -
May be,
On this very place
The girl fell in love with Pecheneg.
Freeding a forest girl,
Pechenega Polony ...
Died long ago, not knowing
About the eyes of non -Russians I have.
Only I am longing through the streets
An old man would not be bored like that - an old man ...
Do not find a girl for me like that
Here's one -
On my century!
Swim from this, from grief,
Nightingale Bird Nightingale,
All edges from the sea to the sea
TRALLE HARRY AGREED OUTS,
So that I am without beer and without honey ...
To be muddied around the edges ...
I would bring a bad weather
In the clearing, to young streams,
Where is Kalina and alder-Yelah
Not afraid of storms and thunderstorms,
To make it not bad at heart
Maybe in the last times.
Come on, a scythe spring rain,
Water along the path of Field.
And I will not, longing, later
Oh trees, beat your head.
I will only be young and rude,
And caring, like our mother,
Kissing Kalina, as if on the lips,
And Olchu lovingly hug.
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And I also want to add only
To my bastard verse,
What do I call - Olga -
Pink, fresh alder.