IF I WAS CUCKOO.

I young girl my story am sad.
For as soon as I was [ukhazhivan] the boldest lad of sailor.
He cared me to [lyubyashche] to [nocha] and to day.
And now my poor sailor swam faraway.

If I was the cuckoo Of I' whistle d [peet].
I' d follows the inside passage of my true sails love.
And in the upper rigging Of I' d there builds my [gnezdy].
And there beat my of the wing of o' er its beautiful white breast.

My love it is beautiful in each of degree.
My parents hate it because it loves me.
But prevent to them despise it and say that they will be.
Thus far there's respirations in my telly- I' love ll that lad still.

And if I was the scholar, then who could adjust my knob?
I' d writes longer letter, to my of truelove Of I' d sends.
' d tells my sorrows, my sad grief and mountain.
If I could only find it, then to my of truelove Of I¡Çd goes.