Текст песни Каскад - Кукушка

Dm Gm Dm
     I often dream of my sweet home.
     Cm D7 Gm
     Wood something about their dreams.
           C7 F Bb
     Grey cuckoo for rekoy
     E7 A7 D Cm D7
     How to live there me thinks.
     Gm C7 F Bb
     Grey cuckoo over the river
     E7 A7 Dm E7 Eb7
     How to live there me thinks.
 
     Dm
     You pressed gently to the flower,
     Rosemary stalk flattened.
     And it sounds lazy & quot; cuckoo & quot ;,
     Measured out my life choice.
 
     I dream of the edge colors.
     All quiet in the mountain ash edge.
     Eighty ... Ninety ... hundred ...
     What are you become generous, cuckoo?
 
     I miss his native country,
     At its dawn and dusk.
     Ha Afghan scorched earth
     Russian soldiers are sleeping uneasily.
 
     They spend force without stint,
     They know the cold and fatigue.
     Days do not hoard their reserve.
     Who will tell them how many of them left ...
     His days are not cached.
     Who will tell them how many of them left ...
 
     So what are you, cuckoo, wait
     I give someone else's share of someone else.
     The soldier in front of eternity,
     You're her old age do not confuse.