Текст песни п.Первокаменка, Третьяковского р-на, Алтай - Роща

you are my cold grove
my maiden walked in this grove
the girl lost the ring from the right hand
for two days the girl looked for a ring
from that bitterness the girl lit the grove
you burn my whole grove is green
burn out all my roots
you fly from all sides little birds
you are my gray cuckoos
you do not make a nest when you walk
you swing in a pole at the valley
that no one will ruin your nest
children will not disperse your children