Текст песни Институт благородных девиц - Песенка нищенки под шарманку

We roam the roads
And there are so many troubles around
We don’t live, just toil
Orphan and grandfather

Ah, Russia, you are a mother
It's a rainy day over you
And the soldiers leave
From your villages.

Ah, sadness is evil, bitter,
You do not howl over them
After all, the separation is short-lived,
Will return home.

And the nightingales fell silent
Empty spring garden
Just hear the widows
Crying in the huts in the morning

On my dear side,
Often the soul cries
Instead of bread, only a bit
If there is not a penny

On our feet early we
And wander back on the road
With our old barrel organ,
We’ll live somehow.

Ah, fate, you, fate
How difficult you are.
Eat the orphan
Have pity on the old man.