Текст песни Е.ВАЕНГА и А.Петровская - НАРОДНАЯ СВАДЕБНАЯ ПЕСНЯ

And I will not go to the court to the court to the court, I woolel with whom I will not say, in the Batyushkin Garden.
In the Batyushkin Garden, under the apple tree in the cold. The apple tree in the cold is bottled. Pouring. The lake is broken, the wide lake. The lake is deep there. The river there is a river there, and who will go to the river. And who will go to the river, and who punishes , Alyonushka suffered.