Текст песни Жанна Бичевская - Это было давно

/ Why are you, nothing
Stopped singing songs
Against some kind of sad?
The bell flesh
Continues to ring
And you do not hear, my dear friend. /

"It was a long time ago,
Seven years ago,
I am a girl with a path of mail.
Kruglole, Bela,
Like a poplar, slim
And covered with handkerchief silk.

She asked
To sang her song.
I got sick, and she picked up.
And silence around
Only me, yes she,
And the moon so shone slyly.

Suddenly, Cossack Track
Cut the path.
Troika Fast Disccan got up.
Someone shot suddenly
Right in maiden breasts
And she, like a flower, brought.

Before death she
Recognized me
"From the gendarmes I now fled.
But the villain is destiny
Here climbed me. "
And forever she silent.

There in the distance, behind the river
Hill is high worth it,
Hill high, crumpled grass.
And under this hill
Her husband sleeps,
What took my song with sobody. "