Текст песни Ля-Минор - Оля

Oh-cornflowers cornflowers,
How many of you has grown in the field!
I remember, at the river
I gather you for Oli.

Olya was beautiful,
Blond braids braided,
Because of her beauty
Often the boys fought.

Then came the boy:
'Do you want to ride on the boat?'
Olga loved it
And she could not refuse.

'Olga, do you love me?'
Olga jokingly replied:
'No, I do not love you,
Being I'm not your dream. '

The young man picked up the knife,
Olga bent low over.
Olga closed her eyes -
Blue wreath rolled ...

In the morning came the fishermen,
Olga found the bay;
The inscription on the heart were:
'Olya love ruined'.

Do not be so much love,
Do not fall in love so much.
Love does not know how to joke
And he does not know how to laugh.