Текст песни Старина - В саду при долине я розы рвала

In the garden, with the valley, I rose roses
Rodal and threw under the gate

Rodal and threw under the gate,
Do not laugh, Cossack that I am an orphan.

Do not laugh, Cossacks that I am an orphan
would you come to match, and I did not go

would you come to match, and I did not go
Do not be afraid, divico, I myself will not go

Do not be afraid, divico, I myself will not go
Combine Russia and I will find Russia.

Traveled Russia and all cities,
But I did not find more beautiful than that orphan.

And did not find more beautiful than that sirota
And again returned to those gates

And again returned to those gates
Coming is a complacency,

Entering the divine is composed
The leaning is visible - wicked.