Текст песни Анна Литвиненко - У ручья

I brought it up stream,
Hazel overgrown.
Still waiting for something I
Well, well.
He did not speak about love,
Whittling knife he branch,
A narrow bridge with no railings
I was a little confused.
Go here can be one,
Do not take the other arm.
And I smiled at him,
Almost ready to exploit.
And here I go and I can not
I hide my excitement,
And he was standing on the shore
Also looks nonetheless.
It is worth it, pulling thread,
In his little white shirt.
"You know, I love you" -
I said it from the shore.
A hundred times will pass through a stream
In thin zherdinochke,
To wince from such speeches
At the very seredinochke.