Текст песни Варвара - Лето летала, да пела

I'm flogging early, first
I wanted bird white
Fly
Yes, what could be in time
For love
Berries would collect early,
The paths are secret.
Yes, sing,
Yes, everything is flying
Behind you

Summer-flying and singing.
Summer-summer, I sang.
Winter fascinated
I whirled around
Has swept, summer-flied.
On love is not guessed
Everything waited for a sweet one
Yes unloved.

Over a little field-poplars
Dream-grass alone with flowers
Enemy
Only bitter honey
Collected
I was waiting for the cold, I did not notice,
How did these berries become
Precisely Ice
I would fly
Yes, I'm tired

Summer-flying and singing.
Summer-summer, I sang.
Winter fascinated
I whirled around
Has swept, summer-flied.
On love is not guessed
Everything waited for a sweet one
Yes unloved.

I'm flying to school like a dove.
The path from home to school is not long.
To fly.
Yes, to be in time
To the lessons.
Formulas do not know in secret
And remember constantly,
All to teach,
Yes, to distinguish
Way far.

Etc.
Summer flew, but sang (2p)
In September, fascinated,
All around it was spinning.
It was so difficult at first,
But the result is glorious in the magazine.
All waited for the light in the spring.
Yes, here he is, graduating.

I write tests timidly,
Will be three, then for the cause.
To add,
Yes, to pass the very first.
I'm probably a future genius,
With the knowledge of all generations
To master,
Yes, all in time
And with a vengeance.

Etc.
Summer flew, but sang (2p)
In September, fascinated,
All around it was spinning.
It was so difficult at first,
But the result is glorious in the magazine.
All waited for the light in the spring.
Yes, here he is, graduating