Текст песни Евгений Мартынов - Невеста

Now the maple was green, then the snow was chalk, -
The girl in our yard has grown up.
Bride, bride
And whose is unknown
The girl in our yard has grown up.

The girl seems to be the one and the wrong one.
Where did this beauty come from?
Bride, bride
And whose is unknown
Where did this beauty come from?

Like the sun, she looks at the guys
And the guys are standing, not breathing, in front of her.
Bride, bride
And whose is unknown
And the guys are standing, not breathing, in front of her.

Golden braid and eyebrows
Well, who is the lucky one, who is lucky?
Bride, bride
And whose is unknown
Well, who is the lucky one, who is lucky?
Bride, bride
And whose is unknown
Of course, lucky who is lucky!