шол по лесу музыкант трогая березы ночки на ладони падали ему падали как слёзы он их вместе собирал собирал любую и техонько напивал песенку лесную ми ми до ми ми до сель саля сп ам и ре ре ре си ре ре си
shol in the woods musician touching birch nights in the palm of his hand fell to him as a tear, he collected them together, he collected any and quietly drank a song for the forest world before the village and the village and the river