Текст песни Людмила Кузовкина - В роще пел соловушка

In a grove of singing nightingale in the distance
Song of happiness and love.
With the spell failed,
Century you will be mine!
Oh, how I like you,
Oh-oh-oh-oh.

Your lips are red, eyebrows arch,
Century would be kissed, my dear, dear.
With the spell failed,
Century you will be mine!
Oh, how I like you,
Oh-oh-oh-oh.

In a grove lured I were you,
And fascinated to sitting by the fire.
With the spell failed,
Century you will be mine!
Oh, how I like you,
Oh-oh-oh-oh.

In a grove of singing nightingale in the distance
Song of happiness and love.
With charms you cope
And went to the other,
You and I did not like,
Crocodile is.