Текст песни Дубровский Бэнд - Плач

1) Crying on the walls of the city,
To the sky with a white dove
It became empty in the room
Closely at the outskirts.

My light is not back alive
From a distant campaign;
Thin groan birch
Crying funeral.

P-V: I would sing a bird, soaring,
I would become a stalk of feather grass
I miss you, they say
And not in vain!

2) Married a beloved
Young turtledove
And in the morning my falcon
He went on a campaign at the Polovtsy.

Began to wait, hope
Time passed, dragged on
For the sins of the Molodushka
The trouble returned to the house.

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3) On a warrior’s cart
Rolled up to the room
Apparently I'm not worthy
Happiness with a clear falcon.

If they didn’t let him live with him,
There is no barrier to death with him;
I rushed into the river at night
Only the waves sang to me.

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