Текст песни Слава Бобков - Жанка-горожанка

Swan flocks
Circling the river.
Beloved girl
He wants to leave.
Together for blueberries
On mushroom places.
The holidays are over
Packed up a suitcase.

Leave, please. Here in the forest land
They called my Parisian girl.
This pain is unexpected, which is called Jeanne,
Zhanka-townswoman, I love you.

Tightened by ice
Winter light window.
Beloved girl
How are you alone?
How is life in the city? Write me Jeanne
Did not turn your head, the local house is welcome.

Come please. Here in the forest land
They called my Parisian girl.
This pain is unexpected, which is called Jeanne,
Zhanka-townswoman, I love you.

There under the northern sky
Neva is splashing.
I'm a bouquet of lilac
For you narwhal.
The gentlewoman is gentle
Like my flowers.
I live in hope
What will you return

Come please. Here in the forest land
They called my Parisian girl.
This pain is unexpected, which is called Jeanne,
Zhanka-townswoman, I love you.