Текст песни Людмила Зыкина - Калина во ржи минус

It is, become sad,
Kalina in the Rye.
Kalina, where youth,
Where's yours, tell me the color?
Whistling, whipped stray sands.
Kalina, say,
Where are your lobes?

Chorus:

Sleeping white steep spurs ...
Do not be sad, viburnum, near the road.
Do not be sad!..

Under Krucha is helped with a white
Nightingales sing.
What are you unlucky,
Kalina, in love?
Spring night
And she can not sleep.
Spring night
Kalina one.

Chorus:

Unbidden, unexpected
Hit frost.
And the heart of viburnum
Compressed to tears.
Claus does not cool down
In the heart of heat
A heart to you, the people,
She handed.

Chorus.