Текст песни Геннадий Шпаликов - Яблони и вишни снегом замело

Apple and cherry snow covered with snow -
There Kursk my native village.
As we near Kursk nightingales sing!
And my fiancee called clave.
The land you are Russian!
The girl Kursk,
And peresvisty nightingale
And a white dress,
And spit brown,
Native girl is mine!
I told Clave: "Claudia, do not grieve!
I go, Claudia, into the army to serve!
And I ask, Klava, to give a straight answer:
You make me wait, Claudia, or not? "
The land you are Russian!
The girl Kursk,
And peresvisty nightingale
And a white dress,
And spit brown,
Native girl is mine!
Claudia smiled, took his eyebrow,
White hand he hugged
And Claudia said: "The guy you're funny!
Will I be faithful soldier and his wife. "
The land you are Russian!
The girl Kursk,
And peresvisty nightingale
And a white dress,
And spit brown,
Native girl is mine!