Текст песни Мила Нитич - Соколята

Spun feathers in the wind
I remember that bad weather,
In that me my love
Left.
Brought out the sting of the breast
Ochata my two children
And all my love to them
River gushed.

Increases in nest sokolyata,
Oh God, you're all I forgive
Oh how I do not want to go,
In the space of youthful target.
In my years of such great strength,
And fate does not hold up -
My sons take my sails,
And do not forget his father among those.

I slept for years in the fire,
Sibyl trouble for me,
I have only in the village,
In tears zhurylasya.
I held the little boy,
Both the host asked,
Oh where are you, our Dole
Slow!