Текст песни Олег Погудин - Как вдали при долине

As far at the valley
Loudly singing nightingale
And I, a boy in a foreign land
Forgotten by people.

Forgetting pozabroshen
From a young age, young
I left an orphan
Happiness in life, I do not.

That's cold, and hunger
He got me into submission
And I , the boy is still young
It's gone through .

That's going to die , that I die
bury me
And nobody knows
Where is my grave .

And nobody knows
And no one will come
Only in early spring
Nightingale crows .

Crows and prosvisnet
Yes, once again fly
And my grave on the edge
It stands alone .