Lyrics Контингент - Кукушка

I often dream of my sweet home .
Forest of something about their dreams .
Gray cuckoo across the river,
How would live me thinks .
Gray cuckoo across the river,
How would live me thinks .

You pressed gently to the flower
Ledum stalk flattened .
And it sounds lazy ku ku,
Measuring out my life choice.
And it sounds lazy ku ku,
Measuring out my life date

I dream of the fringe colors.
All in a quiet mountain ash fringe .
Eighty ... Hundred Ninety ... ...
What are you so fit of generosity , cuckoo ?
Eighty ... Hundred Ninety ... ...
What are you so fit of generosity , cuckoo ?

I long for his native country ,
In her dawn and dusk .
On Afghan scorched earth
Sleep uneasily Russian soldiers .
On Afghan scorched earth
Sleep uneasily Russian soldiers .

They spend a force without stint ,
They are familiar with cold and fatigue.
Do not hoard their days in reserve .
Who will tell them how many of them left ...
Do not hoard their days in reserve .
Who will tell them how many of them left ...

So what are you , cuckoo , wait
I give someone else's share of someone else.
The soldier in front of eternity ,
You're her old age do not confuse .
The soldier in front of eternity ,
You're her old age do not confuse .