A Nightingale sang on a tree in the wilderness,
In the thicket, on the edge of the forest...
For native, he was singing soul,
Writing a play there on the go...
The Golden Nightingale has a voice,
That he sings songs, thoughtfully, sadly...
And his hair stands on end at the withers,
We will open up, a good dream.
Nightingales in Russia may sing all the hymns,
And The Russian anthem is sung beautifully.
Will be on forests, their songs of Smyrna,
And I'll thank the nightingales...
I like all the songs of the Nightingale,
He sings to me, with a soul from now on...
I will go to the nightingales in the country,
Touch the forest Shrine...
Here the nightingales sang their songs,
Forests are singing to this day?
And they sing in love,
what songs were there?
2.01.2020