Текст песни Нина Вереск - Затерялся в глуши

Lost in the wilderness, a birch edge

Natalia Krasnyanskaya

Many sincere THANKS to Nina Veresk for the wonderful song to these verses.

Lost in the wilderness, a birch edge,
Where nightingales sing over the Desna,
There is a raspberry-pink rosehip,
There is a suspended walkway across the river.

Above the ravine viburnum with bird cherry
Happiness awaits in white bridesmaid dresses
And distant thunderstorms
Illuminate the brooding forest.

The roof of a house on the Bryansk outskirts
Strokes a fir tree with soft paws.
Looking at the distant flashes,
The crane is sad over the well,

And in the garden under ripe cherries
Grandfather weaves baskets from willow,
In a blue dress with white polka dots
Aunt Polya is waiting for us at the gate.

The bell rings in the morning
Dissolving the silence in the meadow
Where the rakita prays over the river,
To the church on the other side.

There you will not find a path in winter,
And the snowdrifts stand up to heaven,
Sleeps soundly until spring, spellbound,
The forest lulled by blizzards

I remember you, birch edge,
Suspended walkway across the river
And the rose hips are crimson pink,
Nightingale trill over the Desna.