Текст песни Алтынай Жорабаева - Синий платочек

Sinenky, modest handkerchief
He fell with drooping shoulders.
You said,
What you will not forget
Affectionate, joyful meetings.
Sometimes night
We said goodbye to you ...
No more nochek!
Where are you, a handkerchief,
Honey, welcome, dear?

Letters thy getting,
I hear the voice of the living
And between the lines
blue scarf
Again there before me.
And hour you
accompanies me your appearance
I feel close to
with Lyubishchev glance
you always with me

How many cherished handkerchiefs
We wear to the heart with you!
blandishments
Maiden's shoulders
Remember harvest season in combat.
For them, family,
Lovely, desirable such
Scribbling machine gunner,
For blue handkerchief,
What I was on the shoulders of the road!