Текст песни р. Б. Сергий Покровский - Про дуб

Himself, is, comparing with oak;
It grows in the woods alone, I compete with him.
I compete with him ... and what? - Of course, in wisdom,
And mnyu itself - it has gone through it.

Although we had the same age, roughly,
But the crown of oak propped so the sky,
And I told him so ... not even on the knee,
At the ankle, if only.

Survive, I know I will live tyschu years,
Why did God something to punish him,
I will remember it ... yes, like a boy,
Forever, forever, all his life afterwards.

I remember he blёklo blossoming,
After all, even the oaks in spring bloom,
Foliage outfit, already in the month of May,
And remember may: Where is the wise