Текст песни Нурик Таданов - а ты не плачь

Don't cry don't cry that roses wither
They will bloom again tomorrow
And you cry that the years are young
Never come back

I went through Siberia in sheepskin, shod
Heard the songs of the old shepherds
Dense twilight was approaching
The wind blew from the Caspian shores

The trial goes on and now the trial ends
And the judge is sentencing
And why does he smile so slyly
Unfamiliar Fat Prosecutor

The prosecutor demanded to be shot
The quiet noise in the hall passed
I was looking for you in that white room
But I didn't find you in that room

I am sitting in Rostov darling
Soon we will be driven to the camps
But I'll tell you I'm a darling
That I'm probably not sitting in vain

Primed primed
Ruined my will
Black curls sat
I'm at the edge of the abyss