Текст песни Вячеслав Никольский - За окном кудрявая белая акация

Outside, curly black locust
The sun in the window, the scarlet color of the wood.
In starushechka windows, many years already,
With Vorkuta distant mother son waiting.

That one evening brought her the news,
He told his mother that in the dawn of years,
Seducing his friend, and killed convoy
Dark Dark is the night escaped.

He went out of the camp in the blue distance,
I went dense taiga all night.
To see mom and little sister Tanya,
I went then Vityushenke twenty-first year.

That day is the night knocked on the window.
The mother saw the son, thought that dream.
"Soon shoot, dear mother," -
And, clinging to his mother, he began to cry.

Do not cry, starushechka, do not be sad, do not!
You tears son will not return back.
Crystal Droplets on birch branches
Quietly dripped and dropped tears.