Текст песни Казачий хор - Не для меня

Spring will not come for me
Don will pour out not for me
There the girl's heart will beat
Delightful feelings are not for me.

Gardens bloom not for me
In the valley the grove blooms
There is a nightingale, meets spring,
He will not sing for me.

Streams don't flow for me
Murmuring diamond streams
There is a maiden with black eyebrows,
it is not growing for me.

Easter won't come for me
All relatives will gather at the table,
Wine will pour down the glasses
Easter day is not for me.

And for me a piece of lead
He cries into a white body,
And hot blood will be spilled
(And bitter tears will flow then)
Such a life will wait for me!