Текст песни Ольга Воронец - Милая роща

Here it is a sweet grove
Wind noise need me
Birrozok branches
Sleep is hurting the forest.

How many bore trunks
How many of them rose
All this since childhood is familiar
My heart collapsed with my heart.

As if you are waiting
Next to the girl stand
Instead of corals on beads
Breaks of Ryabina give.

As if laugh her ringing
In more often, the forest was heard
Only at the former girl
There are already sleeps and son-in-law.

The edge is my only in the world
Where I breathe so much
The field spread wider
To the grove of green hurry.

I want white birchs
Low pin off
So that departed the track
The one that leads under the slope.
So that departed the track
The one that leads under the slope.

Text: M.Smirnov
Music: O.Grishin