Hey.
The evening is quiet,
the song is floating over the river
Where the path is rolled by the dots of fire
Somewhere under the rabbit,
guys are waiting for me
Oh,
curly rabbit,
white flowers
Oh,
rabbit,
rabbit,
what are you sad about?
Waiting for you, waiting for you
The wind is endlessly whistling
From the right is a cuckoo's cuckoo,
from the left is a blackbird
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