Текст песни Виктор Петлюра - Волюшка

Volyushka
(Mus., F. National / In. Vyunikov)

Before me stands a wall,
And behind it is -
Will my incomparable.
Tired of waiting,
But you can not escape -
Automatic look at me ...

He writes to his son's mother:
"What are you, my son,
The third year of dating do not you take? "
So why take them,
My dear mother,
You do not disturb the soul of a date

Chorus:
And I'd love to go
For the roads that went,
A girl lead by the hand,
With that he spent the night.
But in what is now the word,
All because of my fate
And only a true friend Guitar
Among the separations.

From that girls
Letters do not have for a long time,
Where are you, my darling?
Tired of waiting,
But you can not escape -
Automatic look at me ...