Текст песни Ва-Банкъ - Не для меня придет весна

Spring will not come for me
Don will pour out for me
And the girl's heart will beat
Delightful feelings are not for me.

The moon won't rise for me
Lighting paths in the forest
And the nightingale, meeting spring,
He will not sing for me.

The streams are not running for me
Run in diamond jets
And the maiden with black eyebrows
It is not growing for me.

Church bells are not for me
All relatives will gather in a circle,
Wine will pour in glasses
Easter Day is not for me.

Gardens bloom not for me
The roses will dissolve fragrant color.
Pick a flower and it will wither
This kind of life is not for me

And for me the people's court,
Will be sentenced for three years
The cruel convoy will take me
And lead me to jail.

And they will be sent from prison to Siberia,
Will be sent to the far side.
Poured with the people of prisoners,
An escape and a bullet await me.

And for me - a piece of lead
He cries into a white body,
And hot blood will be spilled
Such a life for me.

And so my years will pass
Separated from a sweet family
I won't see my family again
I will never meet my relatives