Текст песни Нелли Барабанова - То не ветер ветку клонит

It's not the wind that tends the branch,
It is not the oak tree that makes noise -
That is mine, my heart groans
As an autumn leaf trembles;

The torpor has taken me out,
An underfed snake! ..
Burn out, burn my torch,
I'll burn with you too!

Will I not go to the crown now?
Judged to know, promised me fate with the grave
Get married to a fellow.

Make way, the ground is damp
Give me, well done, peace,
Take me in, my dear
In a quiet coffin cell.