Текст песни ФОЛК-АРТЕЛЬ СЛОБОДА - Тошно мне

I'm sick, sick, sick to me
My heart is sick.
Such sadness torments
Tell us why.

Chorus:
I can't sleep there, I can't lie there,
ў kindly on her arms, ў expensive on her breasts.
I'll pick a berry, I'll pick a sweet one,
My head aches, my heart aches.
I will rush, I will rush,
I go to the sweetheart in my arms, to the dear one on my chest.

I have in my heart
Incurable pain.
I miss the sweetheart
I can neither drink nor eat.

I'll make the bed
From doorstep to table.
I didn't cook, I didn't soap the floor
I was waiting for everything.

I'll stand on a stump
I'll look at the woods.
Without you my dear
Like a flower to fade.

I will stand, I will stand by the bush,
Why is the soul empty
Why is my heart sad,
Please tell me.

Spinning on a hillock
Windmill.
I can't understand in any way
What my dear is angry about.

Oh, Lord, I'm sorry
I don’t know how to behave.
What kind of love is this
Continuous troubles.