Текст песни Русская народная песня - Шел удалый молодец

A dove flew, a gray dove flew,
A dashing fellow walked with a red maiden.
A dashing fellow walked with a red maiden.
That not a little darling, a good fellow is walking,
That not a gray dove is a red maiden of the soul.
That not a gray dove is a red maiden of the soul.
Comrades are walking behind, looking out,
What they look out for and say.
What they look out for and say:
How would this dove live with a dove,
If this red maiden lived after me,
If only this red maiden lived after me.
I put a dove on my hand - I am not amused,
I will transfer it to a friend - it does not flatter,
I will transfer it to a friend - it does not fatter
And the dove came home, fly the dove yes mine,
Fly, my dove, and to your dear.
Fly, my dove, and to your dear.
The blue dove cooed, kissed the dove.
Darling cooed and kissed my darling.
Darling cooed and kissed my darling.
A pigeon flew, a gray dove flew,
A dashing fellow walked with a red maiden.
A dashing fellow walked with a red maiden.