Текст песни Татьяна Алёшина - Говорила мне бабка лютая

Grandma told me fierce,
Yoke anger bent:
- Do not you slumber in the cradle little child,
Do not you whiten yarn woven -
Tsarevat you - under the fence!
Kiss you, granddaughter - crow.

Exactly, I was white cloud:
Remove the white shirt,
Zherebko not drive black
Not poite priest of the cathedral,
You put me under the apple tree,
Without prayer, but no incense.

Waist bow, and thank you
Yes for the advice of the king's mercy,
For your pockets empty
But for your songs convicts,
Over half a shame to hesitate -
For the love of your life for fierce.

How to hit the cathedral bell -
Svolokut devils dragged me,
I am for a glass of vodka, with thee rospitoy,
Said, and I will say to the Lord, -
I loved you, malchonochka,
Forest of Fame and Forest sun.
(On poems of Marina Tsvetaeva)