Текст песни
Let the pines and fir trees
They've been stuck out all winter
In snow and blizzards
Wrapped up, they sleep
Their skinny greens
Like hedgehog needles
At least it doesn't turn yellow forever
But it's never fresh
We're an easy tribe
We bloom and shine
And a short time
We're staying in the branches
The whole red summer
We were at our best
Playing with the rays
We swam in the poce!
But the birds sang
The flowers have faded
The rays paled
The marshmallows are gone
So what do we get for free
Hanging and turning yellow?
Wouldn't it be better to follow them
And we'll fly away!
Oh stormy winds
Hurry up, hurry up!
Hurry up and rip us off
From the pesky branches!
Rip it off, take it away
We don't want to wait
Fly, fly!
We're flying with you!
Oh stormy winds
Hurry up, hurry up!
Hurry up and rip us off
From the pesky branches!
Rip it off, take it away
We don't want to wait
Fly, fly!
We're flying with you!
