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Don't rustle, chestnuts

"Don't rustle, chestnuts!" - the wind blows from the fields.
The old mother wants to see her sons again.
Who is this in a gray cap timidly knocking at the window?
"The son is yours." "Really? .." - she waited for happiness.

"Why are you standing at the door, don't light a fire?"
"You have aged a little, my dear mother!"
The candles were burning with ruby, the festive table was laid.
“So I waited for my son ...”, the mother says affectionately.

"If only I could wait for the second, I would regain happiness ..."
The son turned away, not a word ... Looked away from the table.
He remembered the harsh camp, remembered the animal grin,
He remembered his murdered brother and said nothing.

The smell of withered wormwood ... Rubbish, walk by!
Sleep, my beloved brother, sleep, my dear brother ...
Don't rustle the chestnuts, the wind blows from the fields
The old mother wants to see her sons again.

OPTION

The chestnuts rustled
The wind came from the fields.
An old mother wants
Hug your sons again
An old mother wants
Hug my sons again

Well, you're standing at the door
You don't light a fire.
You've grown a little older
My dear mother.
You've grown a little older
My dear mother.

The candles burned so brightly
The festive table was laid.
I wish I could wait for the second
Cheerfully mother speaks.
I wish I could wait for the second
Fun mother speaks

He remembered the harsh camp,
I remembered the animal grin.
I remembered my murdered brother
But he said nothing.
I remembered my murdered brother
But he said nothing.

The chestnuts rustled.
The wind passed by.
Sleep my beloved brother
Sleep my dear brother
Sleep my beloved brother
Sleep my dear brother