Текст песни В. Казаченко - Ты не пой, соловей

AND
Again pearls scattered fog
Above the ground with flowers, herbs.
Screamed nightingales
From drunken dope cherries.
You fooled and do not come
Divide the night spring.
Once again, I will bring to tears
Nightingale impatience.
PRIEV:
You do not sing, you do not sing, the nightingale,
About love their gentle song.
All the same, it will not come to us
Under the snow-white bird cherry.
You do not sing. you do not sing, the nightingale,
Hide night drops of tears flammable.
Gives happiness love believe me,
But still, even more - it hurts.
II
Lets himself be kissed,
Lures gentle words.
She promised to be mine
Just melt the snow drifts.
But waiting in vain till the morning
In the night from Saturday to Sunday.
You got to love - the game,
For me, all the ills of salvation.
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