Текст песни Пётр Лещенко - Наташа

NATASHA
Music by A. Albin¹
Words by P. Leshchenko
Foxtrot

I remember you, my Natasha,
how you loved to joke with me,
Quenched thirst for delicious yogurt
And you loved to talk to me.
Chorus:

Natasha was a cheerful girl
I loved to milk cows with her.
I often met with her under a birch,
In the place where our house stands,
In the place where we swore to the grave
To love the family and keep the homeland.

I'm not afraid of death, because this is happiness -
I hold my oath to the end
And I will return with victory to you, Natasha,
To our new house, my love.
Chorus.