Текст песни Белорусские песняры - Жалейка

I don't want a wife
Not from your page,
And I want this
To which love I hear.

I want this
To which love I hear.
What will you love me
Like myself.

Oh, you're a pity, grove-grove
I will play on the strings from the bottom of my heart.
Oh, I'll play on the whole page.
Where are you, any wife.
Where are you, any wife.

Let's live with her,
And the fate of praise.
Tidy up the house,
Babies to raise.

And so live by right
Let's have a good glory,
While part-time
Evil death is not the case.

Oh, you're a pity, grove-grove
I will play on the strings from the bottom of my heart.
Oh, I'll play on the whole page.
Where are you, any wife.
Where are you, any wife.

I don't want a wife
Not from your page,
And I want this
To which love I hear.