Текст песни 02 - ПОЛЫНЬ ГОРЬКАЯ В ПОЛЕ ТРАВА

Bitter wormwood in a field grass
Yes, not for you, oh, and is it still my wormwood
You are mine
Oh yes, with a buoyant wind, the field has grown

Yes, a violent wind in the field broke
Yes, not for you, yes, and are you still my court?
you are mine
Oh yes, pichal, oh, I have worn out my grief

Pichal grief oh worn out
Did you fall in love with Vanya
Raz-Vanyushinka is it possible
Oh yes and pa oh beggar-mantle oh I grieve my own

Pa poverty, I burn my own
How can you separate all of my happiness
Is it my part
Oh yes there is a foreign Varnati side