Текст песни Дом Кукол - Клюква

I Zapletal braids brown,
They sang songs , oh yes, sad ,
Zlato were thrown at the feet of the white ,
Silver my hands confused .

Bowstring taut tensioned ,
Duck brimstone , wings disengaging ,
would fly to the sun red ,
Yes, just around the pitch darkness ...

On the river it was - there is a gray mist ,
The berry field - juicy grief
In the woods cheese was hit legs hurt ,
Goblin -father called by name.

I pass the night nedremannuyu ,
And as the sun will highlight the sky ,
I look in the mirror - there she is ,
Hair Seda , so toothless ...