Текст песни Хор Красной Армии - Сулико

I was looking for a sweet grave
I went around all the edges
And wept with a tear of combustible:
"Where are you, my dear?"

I saw a rose in the bushes
That shone like dawn
And he asked her with excitement:
"Are you my dear?"

A bird was whistling between the branches,
And I asked the nightingale:
"Speak, sonorous birdie:
Are you my desired one? "

The nightingale bowed his head,
Whistling over your bush,
As if affectionately answered:
"You guessed it, it's me."