Текст песни Samosad Bend - Не для меня

Not for me the flowers bloom ,
Dissolve the rose color sweet ,
If you pick a flower, and he will wither ,
This life is not for me .

Not for me running streams ,
diamond flowing streams ,
There maiden with black eyebrows
it grows is not for me .

Not for me the church bells
Circle of relatives all gather ,
Wine pour on a glass
And Easter day is not for me .

And for me, a piece of lead ,
he vopёtsya white body ,
and bitter tears poured out ,
Such a life , brother , waiting for me !