Текст песни Александр Градский - Романс о влюблённых

For-gu, for-gu, went on a spree, went on a spree
Boy, yes boy, young, young
In red yes ru-ba-sho-na-che-ke,
Such a pretty one!

You, pain, pain, pain head
Only was, was, would be whole
We are not afraid of parting
If the meeting is destined

For-gu, for-gu, went on a spree, went on a spree
Boy, yes boy, young, young
In red yes ru-ba-sho-na-che-ke,
Such a pretty one!

Oh comrades, you hold me
With joy I will take care of it like fire
Not aspen in raw pine forest
And with straw, yes in the wind