Текст песни Ва-банк - Не для меня

Not for me spring comes,
Not for me Don razolёtsya,
A girl's heart is clogged,
With delight the senses - not for me.

Not for me the moon rises,
In the forest path lighting,
A nightingale spring meeting,
He will not sing for me.

Not for me streams run,
Ran diamond jets
A maiden with black eyebrows
It grows not for me.

Not for me the church bells,
In the circle of relatives all gather,
Glass of wine on the pour,
On the day of Easter, it is not for me.

And for me, the people's court,
Condemn period of three years,
Will escort me cruel,
And lead me in tyurmu.

And for me, a piece of lead -
He's white body vopёtsya,
And the blood spilled hot.
This kind of life for me.

And so it will be my year
Separated from miloyu family.
With my family I do not see,
Relatives do not ever meet.

With family I do not see,
Relatives do not ever meet.