Текст песни Валаамский хор - Соловей пташечка

The girl went to harvest
Soldier knit sheaves.

Chorus:
Hey nightingale, nightingale, birdie,
Canary sings plaintively.
Hey one! Hey two! Ay yes Lyuli!
Canary sings plaintively.

The girl didn't press half a sheaf
The soldier found a chill.

Chorus.

Throw, girl, reap the crop,
Let's go to lie in the chill.

Chorus.

Momma told me
I pressed the stoby.

Chorus.

Until I push it,
I won't go with you.

Chorus.

Mom came out, I came out
Drive something boogey.

Chorus.

I'll harness the boogey
Where people go, I go there.

Chorus.

People ride in sheaves
And I'm going to matchmakers.

Chorus.

People ride with sheaves
And I'm going with the matchmakers.

Chorus.

***

Listen, brothers, my order:
"I will take you to the bathhouse.
As I will command: fuck, two!
Sing along to the nightingale. "

Chorus:
Hey nightingale, nightingale, birdie,
Canary sings plaintively.
Hey one! Hey two! Grief is not a problem
Canary sings plaintively.

I was a hairdresser
I shaved my mustache and beard;
And they shaved me too -
Singing the nightingale.

Chorus.

Formerly a gentle baritone
I spilled in the operetta,
And now in a soldier's tone
Singing the nightingale.

Chorus.
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Old soldier's song