Текст песни Александр Дюмин - Выйду в поле я один...

I go out in the field one day at sunset

Rustles and tart nose , beats wormwood herb ,

And I'll delirium , and in his throat in front of a tear ,

Memory wound pulls , where are my friends.

Rasshvyryala bastard life and wander ,
Who is in the damp earth , can not raise them .
Guys, we are in life , oh lads ,
Aged too early , our Mother .

That's already grizzled as snow : "Let not the old me,
Only the heart is scarred , but scratched . "
Where are my friends Kety bosom ,
Miss you my miserable .

Pyhnut dope , Al on vodka punch,
Well, someone from the family is all like it.
And again on the channel I tropinochke ,
Forget return to my darling .