Текст песни 1 - Мы теперь уходим по немногу...

We now leave little
In a country where peace and quiet.
Maybe soon my way
Mortal collect belongings.

Lovely birch thicket!
You land! And you, the plains of sand!
Before that, a host of leaving
I can not hide my sorrow.

Too I loved in this world
All that the soul is enveloped in the flesh.
World aspens that outstretched branches
Vod gazed in pink!

I have many thoughts in the silence of thought,
Many songs himself resigned,
And this on the ground sullen
Happy that I breathed and lived.

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Happy that I kissed women
Crushed flowers, lying on the grass
And the beast as our younger brothers,
Never hit on the head.

I know that do not bloom there thicket,
Does not ring-necked Swan rye.
Because before leaving a host of
I always feel a shiver.

I know that the country will not be
These cornfields, zlatyaschihsya in the darkness ...
That's why dear to me people
They live with me on earth.

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