Текст песни Людмила Зыкина - Над рекой туман

There is fog over the river
Words by L. Smolenskaya. Music by V. Temnov

Over the river the mist foams vaguely,
And my beloved will marry tomorrow.
Has changed, well - it happens,
But how not to despair now?

I will go with my misfortune to a distant forest,
There, in a dense forest, I will find an old oak tree.
He turned gray at the temples from wisdom,
Sleep in the hollow, my melancholy.

So that it is more fun for me to be at the wedding,
So that I drink for the health of the young.
I will sing songs until midnight
I'll give the groom a full glass!

I will put my ring into it,
What he gave - I will not look in the face.
I will bow to the guests: "Feast honest to you all!"
And I myself will go after my longing.