Текст песни Бичевская Жанна - На дальней сторонке

As the far-side sang loudly Solovy,

And I am a boy in a foreign land, far from people.

And I am a boy in a foreign land, far from people.

Forgotten with young young years,

I left the orphan, I don't have happiness-shares.

Here and the cold and hunger, he washed me,

And I, a boy, still survived it.

And I, a boy, still survived it.

Oh, I die, I will die, they will bury me,

And no one will know where my grave is.

And no one will know, and no one will come,

Only early spring nightingale is returned.

Returns and seeks and flies again,

And my modest grave is alone.

And my modest grave is alone.