Текст песни Нонна Гришаева - Ромашки

Oh, how sweet was in my youth foggy,
In the meadow to meet the Romaska ​​Dawn.
And guess when he is, my desired,
Whether it will be, or whether there will be.
But my chamomile thickets by Russian ...
Oh, how to live without love lonely! ..
In the meadow there are birchs, like candles,
And the rippers are sad after me. Maybe, happiness I once meet myself,
Whether the meeting, or the meeting, or not. Homes are waiting for me a long time with the children,
Even there is no time to nail a bouquet in the forest.
And the moon in the sky, like a chamomile, shines ...
Whether the meeting, or the meeting, or not.
But my chamomile thickets by Russian ...
Oh, how to live without love lonely.