Текст песни Павел Аксёнов - Старый дуб

Sing the crow, nightingale, on the oak tree,
And the oak-oak is a thousand years old,
Well, I'll snuggle up to him
And I will see the trail hidden by time.

The oak has absorbed the trail of events,
When I was still very young
A bright picture like a film strip
That distant spring.

Maybe then
I will see the truth vault
Those who have always lied
Spit slander on our people,
As if he was dark and rude
He was a slave, he lived under a yoke ...
"All this is libel" -
My old oak speaks!

Sing, nightingale, sing, dear,
Cheer up my dull spirit
All that the raven will tell me
I'll tell the whole world about it out loud.

What was white turned black
And vice versa three times,
Everybody runs to the wrong place, we are not the same, everything is wrong
And the century is not the same now.

Maybe then
Truth-the uterus will cut
Those who have always lied
Spit slander on our people,
As if he was dark and rude
He was a slave, he lived under a yoke ...
"All this is libel" -
My old oak speaks!