when the singer sang, if you can play this song again, of course, this is about... our guest raisa shcherbakovaur heart-wrenching performance evokes, then the cossack novel, the cuckoo, raisa shcherbakova. i will never forget, the last meeting at the apusha, where in this silence, the homewrecker, the cuckoo, came from, cuckoo, cuckoo, i breathe, cuckoo. and the cockroach flew away, cuckoo-cuckoo-cuckoo, why cuckoo, and the cockroach flew away, and i asked in a hurry. between the birch and pine, tell me, cuckoo, how many years, will my lover live with me still . the cockroach flew away, and i went home alone, and he stayed at the top, spring was still blooming, but without love, without the cuckoo, cuckoo-cuckoo-cuckoo. why did they take away from me, the one i was waiting for, the one i loved, he will never return, fate has separated us forever, oh, still taste, and in a hurry. flew away, and still cuckoo, and the cockroach flew away, don't tell me about him, the old years will not return. he is to blame, the scoundrel in everything, so why do people cry. ku-ku, de, scho ku-ku, and the karapli