Текст песни Н.Шацкая - Души милых.

All souls are pretty high stars.
      As well, there is nobody to lose
      And you can cry. Tsarskoselsky air
      It was created to repeat songs .
      At the shore silver willow

      Affected September bright waters.
      From the last of the rebels , silent
      To meet me is my shadow .

      There are so many lire hung on the branches ,
      But my , as if the place is ...
      And the rain , the sun and rare ,
      Me comfort and good news .