| Butterfly, butterfly flies across the sky.
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| Butterfly, butterfly, not in a hurry at all.
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| She spread her wings, sat on a flower...
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| So I flew - climb into the net!
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| Chorus: Red summer, green grass,
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| Yellow sun, head in panama hat!
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| We merrily walk into the spruce forest,
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| And mushrooms in the forest are a complete reflex!
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| Flowers, flowers, how beautiful you are...
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| Forget-me-nots, sky blue buttercups
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| They will put them in bouquets and put them in a basin ...
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| Baba Valya will sell you all in the market!
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| Chorus: Red summer, green grass,
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| Yellow sun, head in panama hat!
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| We merrily walk into the spruce forest,
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| And mushrooms in the forest are a complete reflex!
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| We are walking along the sunny path,
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| Only we won't find our clearing.
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| Banks, bottles, newspapers crumpled sheet ...
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| A tourist walked in our clearing!
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| Chorus: Red summer, green grass,
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| Yellow sun, head in panama hat!
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| We merrily walk into the spruce forest,
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| And mushrooms in the forest are a complete reflex! |