Текст песни Олег Гребенкин - Не для меня весна придет

Not for me the spring will come
Not for me Don overflow
And the heart of the cherished clogged
Excited feelings not for me

Not for me the moon rises
In the valleys of trees illuminating
And the nightingale spring meeting
There will not sing for me

Not for me, murmuring brooks,
Diamond flowing streams.
And the girl with black eyebrows
It grows not for me.

Not for me kin spring
In the circle of the home meet
Christ rose from the lips pour
on Easter day is not for me

Not for me sing Friends
And the whole Cossack Krajina
And on his horse one day son
posodit other, but I do not

And for me, a piece of lead
he's white body vopetsya
and blood pour hot
That, my friends, for me