На брегу реки сидит себе мать
Моет волосы плетет косы в ряд.
Ветер ее друг, река ее путь,
Кос ее число - число жениху
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На брегу реки тайная река
Заплетает в косы части мира.
Пальцы нежны запущу в игру,
Полну луну белу в косу заплету.
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Обнаженная, открыта миру
Кожа белая - косы по ветру
Небо - бездна, будут двое пить,
Губы весты к губам жениху.
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On the river run sits my mother
Washes hair weave braids in a row.
Wind her friend, river her way,
Kos Its number - the number of bridegroom
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On the river run by the mystery river
Braids in the braids of the world of the world.
Fingers gently run into the game,
Full the moon of white in the braid point.
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Nude, open to the world
White leather - braids in the wind
Sky - the abyss, there will be two drinks,
West lips to groom's lips.
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