Текст песни Уральский русский народный хор - Небо тёмно-синее

The sky is dark blue, while the night slopes,
Do not listen to the heart Do not pass the outskirts eh?

Maybe I'll see you at Birches thin,
Maybe next usyadus under sosёnkoyu?

Only we do not meet again, I know in advance
You said, frowning: "Today the meeting!"

Meeting is over, but with no less zeal
Having spent the night before you are on order.

And the familiar streets, the familiar trail and,
That will come suddenly, I get up at the district committee I.

And I will say openly, not concealing excitement:
"Why are you even sit in the resurrection!

Let Komsomol, let things and important,
Heart have something, the soul is not paper! "

Withered cherries, spread over white -
Until now I go one-stupid, timid.