Текст песни песня - Про всех наших мужиков

On the Murom path
They stood three pine trees,
To forgive me dear
Until next spring.

He swore and swore
One only I live,
On the far aside on
One love me.

I once had a
Terrible, terrible dream:
My dear married,
He broke the oath.

And I laughed at bedtime
In the clear light of day:
"Do you think it will,
To mils forgotten me ?! "

But my dream will soon come true
And next spring
My dear returned
With his beautiful wife.

I stood at the gate,
When he passed.
I was in a crowd of people
He found the sight.

I saw my tears,
Head bowed to the chest,
He understood my heart
he ruined forever.