Наталия Княжинская - Ой, ты моя белая, - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

The poultry is brave. You react, far to the sky of a bright one, to God himself. Yes, tell me, the bird-fool, how good in the sky is oh, yes free will, you are given a faith given to you, and God himself. Oh, you are my mother, my native land.