Текст песни Тамара Янко - Кисет

Sooner to dawn in the ice
I collected a good trip.
On the pouch for good, not for trouble
Scarlet silk sewed, embroidered a star.

Sila-embroidered daring head
Sickle and hammer scarlet silk on the canvas.
And my little twister left
To fight with an enemy to distant lands.

The summer suffering thundered
Shepherds drove herds for the winter.
Only not from my dear
No answer, no greetings, nothing.

Late autumn in frosty December
The gateway creaked in the yard.
A neighbor brought me from under Tsaritsyn
Silk embroidered, blood-dyed pouch ...

I won’t show anyone
On a dark night, I’ll go out into the field between
I will cry, I will call the narrowed,
I will shed tears on the road.

I will never change your love
I will keep your pouch sewn with silk
In the spring, about your fair-haired curls
Nightingales will sing to me, lonely ...