Текст песни Виталий Каледин - Соловей-соловьюшек что неввесел ты

Nightingale
What did you like you?
Hang her head
Grains do not peck? "
- "Kleval I would grain,
Yes, the volley is not.
I would have sang a song,
Yes, there is no voice.
Solovya Little
Want to catch
In the cell of iron
They want to plant.
Cell-tracting
Everything dries me
Green twig
Having fun me. "
I lived in mom's -
First bogatyr
Now I'm in a poorer,
I sit and alone.
I am fed by the glands
Hands, legs
Bitter Selieysyushki
Pour the cheeks.