Текст песни Александр Иванов - Иволга

Oriole shouts goodbye for the last time
In the autumn silence.
I left the homeland
And it hurts me ..
You are my abandoned land ..
Land you are my wasteland
The abandoned cry together
Forest and monastery ..

And nowhere are they ringing the bells.
There is no cross on the domes.
And they sing about honor here
Red lips.
Drink again, fight, cry,
Cursing sadness.
Old Russia, dear Russia,
I pray for you.
I pray..

Forgive me,
My Russia, wasteland,
Old maple and steppe,
Forest and monastery ..
Forgive me
For drunken sadness
For this weakness
I'll be back..

Free wind, sing me a song about the earth -
She still keeps
The warmth of my soul,
And my soul hurts ..
An oriole is crying somewhere
Crying among the birches.
These eyes are full of tears
I took it with me.
I took away ..

Forgive me,
Holy Russia!
Forgive me
For the intoxicated sadness.
Forgive me
For a glass of wine
For this weakness
What is not a joy
Not a joy ..

Forgive me,
My Russia, wasteland,
Old maple and steppe,
Forest and monastery ..
Forgive me
For drunken sadness
For this weakness.
I'll be back..

Forgive me..
For drunken sadness ..
Sorry for the weakness ..
I'll be back..
I'll be back..