Текст песни Дмитрий Воронков - Прялочка

folk song
Dmitry Voronkov

The weaver weaves a smooth fabric,
the spinning wheel sings a sweet song.

Sweeter than wormwood, henbane herbs,
why are you tearing the thread of the white handle?

The threads are thin, the threads are delicate,
why are you little hands, weak, lifeless?

Do not drop your blood
on a diaper, on a sheet.

And you will drop a tear
on a cobweb rope.

The thread is not spun by evil force,
I don't have to live with my darling.