Текст песни Ольга Братчина - В разлуке

If sleep is not with you at night
And the evening is sadder for you
You read the lines about me
Summon the council to the council.
Collect drogs for enemies,
And get the chain mail for the bell,
Servants saddle the horse,
I am only suffering after.

I will burn a lamp in the night,
For the beloved God upward,
I pray, yes little daughter
In the morning I wake up: "Pray!"
The look will sparkle like a father's eyes,
He will fold three fingers tightly,
I will sew her to match the color of the night
I will spread the dress in silver.