Текст песни Александр Розенбаум - Голубица

At night my guitar gently village
It lowers the darkness into thin strings.
Suddenly, a dove flew up from the heart,
And a cold wind blew in the window.
And a cold wind blew in the window.

They have taken away my sorrow dove
That's strings, dumb, silent.
We ought to spit on everything but love,
Unusually somehow to me without sorrow,
Unusually somehow to me without sorrow ...

It is unusual to have fun all day,
Unusually at night to sleep vpoltela.
Restore my sadness, dove,
It's not your grief, here's the thing.

I lived for many years in perfect harmony,
Where is she, where I - itself features a leg break.
In vain, you see, I did not listen to Bro,
It was crowded with guests in my house.

Pohohatyvaet owl in the thicket
Over a hundred of miles from my folly.
Charged-ka I shot their guns,
Look, if it will turn.

Dall's the shot heard
And drop a stolen heart,
And sadness will fall rain on the roof,
And Bro hand touches the strings ...