Текст песни Группа АЖУР - Попурри военных песен

There comes a moment of farewell,
You look me in the eyes of anxious,
And I catch a native of breath,
And in the distance is already breathing a thunderstorm.

Farewell to the fold edge
You have remember,
Farewell, dear glance
I'm sorry, goodbye, sorry, goodbye ...

One summer at dawn looked in autumn garden,
There Darkie-moldovanka picking grapes.
I blush, I'm pale, suddenly wanted to say:
& Quot; Let us over the river to meet the summer Zorka & quot;

Raskudryavy maple green, leaf carved,
I love and embarrassed in front of you.
Green maple, curly maple yes,
Yes raskudryavy carved.

Blossom apple and pear,
Mist over the river.
Katyusha stepped out,
Ha high bank, on the steep.