Текст песни Александр Маточкин - При саду при долине громко пел соловей

In the garden of the valley of nightingale sang loudly
and I am a boy in a foreign land forgotten by the people

forgotten pozabroshen with young young age
I was left an orphan by a lifetime of happiness I do not

I die I die I will bury me
and relatives do not know where my grave

on my grave to know no one will come
Only in early spring nightingale crows

crows and prosvischet again fly
and it is only my lonely grave is