Текст песни Андрей Бандера - Да ты не стой не плачь на ветру

From foggy lilans
I returned to my native edges
There wind my memory leaf
There carpets linse fields

With a native native head
On the way you go out to meet
I know my mother in advance
I know everything you want to say

Yes you will not stand and do not cry in the wind
Do not call me a bitter fever
We will go with you to the temple in the morning Mom
I want to pray as dire
I have before all in sins
I will talk about the sadness of unthinkable
And then I will ask for candles
Long years for you
For the only one!

Yellow maples were cried
Awesome autumn foliage
At the wicket to more familiar
With not covered standing head

And the winds are singing about separation
Click to hot lips
Your delicate cute hands
I will never give you away to somebody

Yes you will not stand and do not cry in the wind
Do not call me a bitter fever
We will go with you to the temple in the morning Mom
I want to pray as dire
I have before all in sins
I will talk about the sadness of unthinkable
And then I will ask for candles
Long years for you
For the only one!

Yes you will not stand and do not cry in the wind
Do not call me a bitter fever
We will go with you to the temple in the morning Mom
I want to pray as dire
I have before all in sins
I will talk about the sadness of unthinkable
And then I will ask for candles
Long years for you
For the only one!

Long years for you
For the only one!