Hello, my Rechenka Reka !
You goes on debacle - blackened ice ...
Well you are my Mother River
Why do not you go and wade not build a raft ...
Luxuriantly flowering bamboo,
Near bushes and bushes - head :
Instead eyebrows - bulrush ,
Instead mustaches - young grass ...
How do you swim me ,
How did you deceive me , Rechenka - Tear .
I can close your eyes ,
Fish slip through you,
But where are your eyes ...
You can smoke bamboo -
Near growing young grass ,
Only a sound -
This tells me the head :
You know , my dear , do not look to the left,
Do not look right , look up at the sky .
Do not look at the water, do not look at the stones ,
Do not look at his feet - look at the sky.
And then you , my dear , an arrow's flight ,
Run to worry, poshurshu zmeeyu ,
Yes distant shore , but on the beach wonderful ,
And other countries you see , my dear ...
Since then, water has flowed ...
Yes, so with about a thousand rivers - that's the same river ...
River head blown away,
Away for a thousand years , to where the eternal snow ...
But someone will come to the river,
Would look into the bushes and bushes head .
Ear kiss on the cheek,
To understand the words of gold :
You know , my dear , do not look to the left,
Do not look right , look up at the sky .
Do not look at the water, do not look at the stones ,
Do not look at his feet - look at the sky.
And then you , my dear , an arrow's flight ,
Run to worry, poshurshu zmeeyu ,
Yes distant shore , but on the beach wonderful ,
And other countries you will see milyyyyyy ...
