Текст песни Лев Лещенко - За того парня

Today I get up before dawn,
In a wide field pass.
Something with my memory has become,
All that was not me, I remember.

Bute raindrops cheeks sunken;
For twenty years the universe - a little.
Even I was not familiar with the guy,
He promised: "I shall return, my mother ..."

Chorus: A prairie grass smells bitter,
Young wind green.

We wake up - and roars over midnight
Whether the storm, whether echo of the past war.

It promises to be a long spring,
Waiting for selected grain cropland.
And I live in the land of good
For myself and for the guy.

I'm on the severity of such gorblyus,
But you can not live otherwise, if
All calls me his voice,
All the sounds of his song is with me.

Chorus: A prairie grass smells bitter,
Young wind green.

We wake up - and roars over midnight,
Whether the storm, whether echo of the past war.