Текст песни Григорий Гаркуша - Ничь яка мисячна

Spring will not come for me
Don will pour out for me,
There a girl's heart will beat
with the delight of feelings not for me.

Gardens bloom not for me
In the valley, the grove blooms,
There the nightingale meets spring,
He will not sing for me.

The streams are not murmuring for me
flow in diamond jets
There is a maiden with black eyebrows,
it is not growing for me.

Easter will not come for me,
All relatives will gather at the table,
"Christ is risen!" will pour from the mouth
Easter day is not for me.

Flowers don't bloom for me
The rose will dissolve the fragrant color,
Pick a flower and it will wither
This kind of life is not for me.

And for me a piece of lead
he cries into a white body,
and bitter tears will flow
Such a life, brother, awaits me!

Don't lyakin ', you are so cute
Soak in the cold dew:
I’m viral to you, right up to the hatinny
I'll carry it myself in my arms.

Do not lyak, do not freeze, swan,
Heat - ni vitru, ni hmar:
I will burn you to my heart
And there is a stick, yak heat.