Текст песни Соловки - Не для меня

Flowers bloom not for me
The rose will dissolve the fragrant color.
I will pick a flower and it will wither.
This kind of life is not for me.

The streams don't run for me
Run in diamond jets
There is a maiden with black eyebrows,
She's not growing for me.

Church bells are not for me.
All relatives will gather around,
Wine will pour in glasses
And Easter is not a day for me.

And for me a piece of lead
He cries into a white body,
And bitter tears will be shed.
Such a life, brother, awaits me.