Текст песни Евгений Дятлов - Весенняя

Spiridon Drozhzhin

rural idyll

It is time for spring,
Blooming flowers are fragrant,
Fly-sbiralsya
All birds vociferous.
They sing in the fields, sing in the woods,
From bush to bush porhayuchi:
After hearing the beautiful,
About other vspominayuchi.

It is worth looking thoughtfully
Somewhere in the distance an invisible
And ringing the bell
It turns your favorite songs;
Daleko this song
The family is spread fields,
Rings, warmed the soul,
In another soul asks.

Everything in this song is heard:
Love deeply hidden,
And happiness far,
And woe experienced.
Towards evening, my good fellow,
After graduating from the black plowed field,
He sent out a horse and a girl
I went to an expensive turn.

No one knew what made
With beautiful virgin
Songbird, birdie freestyle
With spring-charmer.
And is night, night spring
All the secrets of that visit,
Store and Jasna month
And the stars are commanded!

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