Текст песни Кубанский Казачий Хор - Весенняя гроза

I love the storm in early May,
When the spring , the first thunder ,
How would frolic and play,
Rumbles in the sky blue .

Peals of thunder , young ,
Here the rain splashed , dust flying,
Drooping pearl rain ,
And the sun gilds the thread .

From the mountain stream runs nimble ,
In the forest are not molknet bird din,
And the din and noise of upland forest -
All the fun echoes of thunder.

You say : windy Hebe ,
Feeding Zevesova eagle
Gromokipyaschy cup from the sky ,
Laughing, she spilled on the ground .