Текст песни Александр Матюхин - Н. Рубцов. Деревенские ночи

The wind under the windows, quiet as a dream
And beyond the gardens, at dusk fields
Quail screams, early stars twinkle,
The neighing of bent young horses.

To the herd with the bridle, I will run out of the darkness,
I’ll choose the hottest horse
And mowed grasses
A horse in a neighboring village will carry me.

Let the daisies oncoming from the hooves shun,
Startled willows sprinkle with dew, -
For me, like music, the world will fill again
The joy of dating a girl is simple!

I love everything without memory in the village camp I
Excite my heart at dusk fields
Screams of quails, distant stars flickering,
The neighing of bent young horses ...