Дом кукол - Клюква
текст песни

The braids were braided for me,
They sang songs, oh yes, sad,
Zlato poured white at the feet,
My hands confused with silver.

Tight tend is stretched,
A duck gray, leaving the wings,
It would fly to the red sun,
Yes, there is only a pitch darkness around ...

There was a river - there is a gray -haired fog,
In the field of berries - grief juicy,
In the forest, she knocked down the knives with cheese,
Leshy-father called by name.

I am up to the night of a vain,
And how the sun will highlight the sky,
I'll look in the mirror - there she stands there,
Gray hair, but toothless ...