Текст песни ФОЛК-АРТЕЛЬ СЛОБОДА - Чудный месяц

Wonderful month floats above the river,
in the valleys of silence reigns!
I sit and admire you;
for me now autumn - spring.

Nothing in the world I do not,
just to see you, my dear!
Only one heart to joy -
admire your beauty!

But, alas, our short meeting,
you're in a hurry on a date with another!
And cherished passionate speech,
you say no to me, dear!

I stand before the icon with a prayer,
God's grace to cry quietly,
what would have always been happy with you,
whatever grief you never knew.

And my lonely grave,
her with a bow nobody will come.
Only the bright sun is high,
Cross over my poor will rise!