cut off, oh, fate is steep, like a hill, but nelana brought together sweet berries, then... only gorskagorka and berries, two buckets, i don’t know what’s wrong with me. why does it grow like this? a sweet berry only in the spring, a bitter berry all year round. on my twisted line, you laugh, look after me from the window, they picked sweet berries together, bitter berries, i’m alone. they picked sweet berries together, gorica, berries, i’m alone, all our meetings are separated, you. destined the stream near the amber pine is quiet and sad, the coals of the fire are covered with timid ashes, now it’s time to melt away, my dear, forest sun, where in what parts will you meet me, my dear, forest sun... where in what parts will you meet with me, the wings folded the tents, their flight is over, the seeker spread his wings, the plane departed, the gangway opened, slowly moving backwards, now... indeed, an abyss has formed between us, dear sea, forest sun, where in which parts will you meet me, my dear, forest sunshine, where in what parts you will meet... with me, don’t console me, i don’t n