Разноцветье Old - Ветер с поля, туман с моря - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

The wind from the field, fog from the sea, oh yes, brought love to grief, from Lyubov the light spin, oh, yes, the eagle sat on the shoulders. "Oh, you are or) the face of the silly, tell me the truth, where is my dear?" Slavonka went on the people oh, but about that girl that without genus. And I'm not fighting Glavonki, I will get used to that girl! The wind from the field, fog from the sea, oh, brought love to grief ...