Даша Волосевич - Кукушка
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The songs are still unwritten, how many? Tell me, cuckoo, prick. In the city, do I live in the city or on the settlements, lie with a stone or burn a star? Star. My sun - look at me, my palm turned into a fist, and if there is gunpowder, give me fire. So ... Who will follow the trail of the lonely? Strong and brave heads folded in the field in battle. Few people remained in a bright memory, in a sober mind and with a hard hand in the ranks, in the ranks. My sun - look at me, my palm turned into a fist, and if there is gunpowder, give me fire. So ... Where are you now, free will? With whom are you now a gentle dawn? Answer. It’s good with you, but bad without you, head and shoulders patient under a whip, under the whip. My sun - look at me, my palm turned into a fist, and if there is gunpowder, give me fire. Like this...