Текст песни Марина Стрельцова - Кукушечка

Cuckoo cried: short legs
Red boots do not buy - great.
Measured a cuckoo from an alder catkins,
Yes, while trying on - scattered to ruin.

Cuckoo cried: yes darling
Become a white heron by the water on a pond,
Or a birdie with a song-head ...
In the meantime, my love, all the “crap” and “cuckoo.”

Grieved bird that laid a testicle
In a stranger in the forest, in a dull forest.
Cried midnight: there is no son and no daughter.
Teardrops turned into cuckoo grass.

Do not worry, cuckoo, that the little legs are short,
That did not become a heron near the water on the pond.
And you shouldn’t cry son and daughter midnight:
They have small wings, don’t call - they won’t come.

Cuckoo on a pine tree, but a pine tree high,
With her, as from a bell, everything is visible far away:
Herons on a pond, nightingales on a twig,
Blue and ticks - it is visible to all high.
And the sky is blue, so beautiful
What from a tall pine to look and see.
And in the sky there are those little stars, like cuckoo tears:
To grow wings, and fly to them.