Текст песни ВЛАДИМИР СКУНЦЕВ - Не для меня минусовка

Ah, not for me comes spring,
Not for me, don is broken,
And the heart of Maiden will score
With the delight of feelings not for me.

Not for me, gardens bloom,
In the Valley of Grove blooms,
There is a nightingale spring meets
He will sing not for me.

Not for me flows streams,
Teach diamond jets,
There Virgo with black eyebrows,
It grows not for me.

Not for me will come Easter,
During the relatives of the relatives, everyone will meet,
Wine over winemakers is poured
But the holiday will be without me.

And for me - a piece of lead,
He is in the body whites screaming
And the tears of bitter will break:
Fate is so much.