Текст песни Людмила Зыкина - Белой акации гроздья душистые

White acacia bunches of fragrant
Once again full of aroma,
The Nightingale Trill Spills Again
In the quiet shine, shine of the moon!
 
Do you remember, dear, under the white acacia
Listened to the nightingale trill? ..
You whispered to me, wonderful, gentle:
"Dear, forever, forever yours."
 
Years have passed since then, the passions have cooled
The youth of life has passed;
But the white acacia smell is gentle
I do not forget, never forget ...