ab'yadnaya pramen, and the hell lay hidden by the shteparshchytsy ramualda strok and the hell of the galina kandymavay hell by the mustache charavichki that fluttered about... like birds from the sky, songs come to our life, so that with an invisible wing they touch the soul, visit and fly away. without milking, so that one day they will return again, the songs return, but in the hearts of the prior, the songs return, sooner or later, the songs come back old. friends, songs return, stay with us, songs return, remain with us, like birds from the sky, songs return to us, dear ones come to life. we lose, we find, the world comes, we leave, our songs of life are a bright country, the songs return, but disturbing the hearts, the songs return, sooner or later. songs come back as old friends, songs come back and stay with us, songs come back and stay with us. the songs return, but disturbing the hearts, the songs return, earlier or later, the songs return as old friends. songs return, remain with us, songs return, remain, removed, remain. i remember as a child i listened to my grandmother’s story by the fire