Текст песни Илья - Фиалка

Violet in the meadow alone
Grew up, plain and modest,
It was a meek flower.
The shepherd walked along the path
Slim, light, white face,
A short walk, a meadow
Walked with a fun song.

“Ah!” Our flower thought to dream, “
When would I all be beautiful
Although used for a short period!
Then she will rip me off
And accidentally squeeze to the heart!
For a moment, for a moment
Just for a moment. "

But the flower girl - alas! -
Not spotted in the middle of the grass
Our little flower is meek.
But, fading, he kept repeating:
"How happy I am that death drank
At the feet, at the feet
At her pretty feet. "