Текст песни 011 Надежда Плевицкая, 1909 - Тихо тащится лошадка

Quietly holds horse
On the path wade;
Coffin, roeper covered,
Sanya is lucky.

On the sleigh, at thin subell
A peasant sits;
He dips the horse,
It screams on it.

On his stern
Rooted sadness
And his wife, dove,
Firmly, firmly sorry.

Sleeping his girlfriend to the coffin,
Faithful wife, -
Per hour of childbirth, from terrible flour,
She died

And left her husband
Five orphans;
Someone will free them?
Someone will exist?

Here is a bridge, that's a chapel,
Here and God's temple -
And his wife, dove,
He will leave there.

For a long time they will cry children
Call and click: "Mom! Mother!";
She will not come from being
Holes to take them.