Текст песни Надежда Плевицкая - Лучинушка

Night dark-darkness, everywhere - silence,
And I sit, the Mladushenka, from the evening alone.
As if the mother is desirable for the son of one,
Crying the tireless storm outside the window.
Rowabinushka snacks and noise ...
My muck, the radiant is unclear on.

Is I not about the village of my wife?
Like a dog faithful husband is predicted.
Are I not a hunter to live with people in Lada?
Yes, am I not a worker in the summer suffer? ..
From the work of the spin and now hurts ...
And my beaches, the radiant is unclear on.

Cute parents, swash and relatives,
Better would you suffer, made me.
I would not then complain about you.
Do you suddenly listen every time?
Oh, tusca-twist me heart like
And my beaches, the radiant is unclear on.