Текст песни Константин Хабенский - Я тоскую по родине

I am not going on our land,
Wakes up a blue morning.
Do you remember me about me
My dear, grass-flower?

Previously, other people's fields
In the blue predawn fog,
Silver flew poplar
This morning cold, early.

I am still in my homeland,
By my native side.
I'm in the distant campaign now
In an unfamiliar country.

I am longing in Russian fields,
Do not take this sadness by either a moment.
And on gray beloved eyes -
How sad me without them ...

We are passing now Bucharest,
I hear everywhere I was speech.
And from all strangers to me
I'm in my homeland cute longing.

Here are torrential rains,
Their melody since childhood is familiar.
Dear, beloved, wait,
Do not give my happiness to another.