Текст песни ДахаБраха - Вдова

Widow

The widow, upset, was saddened
Although not mowed, the grass is not crowded

The mowers mow, the mowers mow, and the wind blows
The green silk grass presses against the scythe

The green silk grass presses against the scythe
And my nice little black-haired gray horse is playing

Why didn't you come when the moon went down, I was waiting for you
Did not have a horse, did not know the road, whether the mother did not start