Валерия Кудрявец “Кукушка“

Kukushka (Cuckoo) Songs of mine that I’ve yet to write. How many? Tell me cuckoo, sing it for me. To live in the city or the hamlets? Lie as a stone or burn like a star? A star. Sunlight of mine, glance now at me. My palm has turned to a fist. And if there’s gun powder - give me the fire. That’s how.