Текст песни Ольга Воронец - По Муромской дорожке

In Murom track
There were three pines.
To forgive me dear
Until next spring.

He swore and swore
One love me.
On the far aside on
With one to live with me.

He sat on his horse dashing,
Rushing off to the far edge.
I left my heart
Tosca but only sadness.

I once had a
The treacherous nightmare,
What my dear married,
He broke the oath.

But I dream of laughing,
Girlfriend speaks:
But is there may be,
To mils forgotten me?

But my dream was accomplished.
And in early spring
My dear returned
With his beautiful wife.

I stood at the gate,
He drove past,
I was in a crowd of people
He found the sight.

He looked at my tears,
Eyes lowered down.
He evidently guessed
What broke my life.