Текст песни Владимир Ивашов - Морошка

Let it bloom and ripen
There are cloudberries in the swamp, -
Summer is over, my friend!
And again he flashes
Leaf fall outside the window,
Dark clouds curl around ...

The gate creaked
The huts have darkened
A fir tree swayed over the whirlpool,
A plaintive voice is heard
Lonely cuckoo
And the corncrake does not sleep at night.

Over a silent village
Soon, soon girlfriends
They will fly in the clouds with the breeze
Going out onto the road
Old ladies will cry
And wave a handkerchief to the plane.

Ah, I wish too
To the vastness of the universe!
Oh, I also want to heaven!
But in an unfamiliar land
Sadness will remain unchanged
According to the native beam in the window.

I'm sorry for the good field,
It's a pity for a simple hut
It's a pity the old spruce over the whirlpool ...
Why cry so pitifully
Is there a cuckoo in the swamp?
Why doesn't the corncrake sleep at night?