Текст песни Тамара Синявская - Грусть девушки

Why , tell me,
My favorite sickle,
You are all blackened ,
What is my spit ?
Or are you sprayed
In boredom , grief
According to the friend cute
Tear maiden ?

In wide steppes
Don quiet
greener grass
It has long been mowed ;
In rural areas mowers
It has long been married
Just do not have it ,
Jasna falcon.

Or he left home ,
I fell out of love
And do not come too
To his girl ? ..
Oh, there is not a bird
Flying through the sky :
What a sad rumor
On it is worn ...

No good Well longing
Dawit Belo chest
No, to the delight of
I want to cry .
Why then, say ,
My favorite sickle,
You are all blackened ,
What is my scythe ? ..