Текст песни Бабушкины внуки - Не для меня

Spring will not come for me
Don will pour out not for me
There the girl's heart will score
With all the senses not for changing.

The streams are not for me
Diamond jets are ringing
There's a deevaa with black eyebrows
She's not growing for me.

Gardens do not bloom for me
In the valley the grove blooms
There the nightingale meets spring
He will not sing for me.

Easter will not come for me
All relatives will gather at the table
Christooos Risen from the mouth will pour
Easter day is not for me.
Wine will pour in glasses
This life is not for me.

Ahh a piece of lead for me
He cries into a white body
And hot blood will be spilled
Such a life is waiting for my brother to change.
And bitter tears will flow
Such a life brother is waiting for me.