Текст песни Анатолий Ярмоленко и ансамбль Сябры - Калинушка

I'll ever leave all things
And take a ticket to a distant village
To the great steep, where youth passed,
To viburnum that bloomed under the windows.
I want to count the stars there again
With a shepherd near the fire to disgrace.
I'm like a traveler lost on the way ...
Maybe I should come to my father’s house with a confessor?

Chorus:
Oh, Kalinushka-viburnum, you take
Hug me like a son, hug me
In the fields, in the feather grasses where I wandered
Lead me again

Show our golden dawns
Lose me at the rye grove
Tell me about my love first
About the past together with me.
Years rush like dashing trotters.
I traded lanes for big ones;
Ah, how the wormwood-grass smells in dreams:
I’ll only breathe in - from happiness around my head!

Chorus:
Oh, Kalinushka-viburnum, you take
Hug me like a son, hug me
In the fields, in the feather grasses where I wandered
Lead me again

I'll ever leave all things
And take a ticket to a distant village
To the great steep, where youth passed,
To viburnum that bloomed under the windows.

I'll take a ticket to a distant village ...