Текст песни Блуждающие Огни - Розмарин, тимьян и шалфей

If you are on your way to the fair,
Rosemary, thyme and sage,
Don't forget to say hello from me
The one that was my love.

Let her sew me a shirt
Rosemary, thyme and sage,
Without threads, needles, without a single seam -
My love will be again.

Where the wave is washing the sand
Rosemary, thyme and sage,
Let she find the heather field -
Will be my love again.

From the skin with a sickle that heather will burn,
Rosemary, thyme and sage,
And he will collect it in a hundred bouquets -
Will be my love again.

If you are on your way to the fair,
Rosemary, thyme and sage,
Don't forget to say hello from me
The one that was my love.
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Russian text - Galina Okunchikova and Victoria Farafonova