Текст песни В.Цой и гр. Кино - Кукушка

Songs still many unwritten -
Say cuckoo cut.
I live in the city or on the settlements,
The stumbling lie or burn star, star ...
My sun, look at me.
My hand turned into a fist.
And if there is powder, let the fire.
Like this...
Who will go on the trail of a lonely?
Strong but daring head laid in the field, in combat.
Few people remained in blessed memory,
The sober mind but with a firm hand in the ranks, in the ranks ...
My sun, look at me.
My hand turned into a fist.
And if there is powder, let the fire.
Like this...
Where are you now, will freestyle?
Who are you now meet a gentle dawn, answer.
Okay with you so bad without you,
Head shoulders so patient under the whip under the whip ...
My sun, look at me.
My hand turned into a fist.
And if there is powder, let the fire.
Like this...
My sun, look at me.
My hand turned into a fist.
And if there is powder, let the fire.
Like this...