We need to stick together, So as not to sleep in autumn I covered in gold Eternal lush forests. Nature can't sleep yet. Grandma's summer is sleeping at the prayer tree I'm back to drinking Sings an ode to dew. You need to be deaf, I can’t help but cry like a crane, How the planks wither, I'm watering the fields, Yak soul promotion About the end of life of Shvidkoplinny And how the wind makes noise About the short distance of the earth. We need to be silent, So that your lips don’t call you bastard For autumn gifts, Spring ripe summer... Let me not be in your soul Any little bit of mischief! Hai dzherela jingle I land, mov Let's go, rozkvita!
