On your birch - Partings empty, The flow is cold. On my birch, I believe it’s not evening yet, I pray for our happy sky. Prispiv: I will fly like a white angel, Wake up to parting and enjoy the cold. I slept the candle of the resurrected kohanny, Having known our shares for the future. Let's face it, Why is there no gate, Having lost the track in the past. Our shores It's getting hot, I know, I know I'll double the sun again.
