Текст песни В. Попов - Я нагоняю майских голубей

I
When the meadows with the bitter taste of wormwood
To wake up under the window bird cherry pollen,
I know I will definitely be back
In the dear house in the morning, at dawn.

Old mother vsplaknёt a tear.
Zalёtsya barking dog in the whole district.
Hello, neighbor, I returned home!
But how could I go back to the other?

Chorus
May I catch up pigeons
And let them warm the hearts of the autumn!
The calendar is not enough black days
To shield my soul hopes bluish tint.

II
And in the spring garden courtyard buzzing.
Used in store to drink birch noise.
Well, say something, my unlucky brother,
Had I it napridumal?

Chorus