Текст песни Игорь Слуцкий - Калина красная...

Fog feut on a pure field,
By night there will be cold
Oh you goruschko, you grief,
My bitter trouble.

The first snow is not far off
On Kalina Snegiri,
And above us, and above us
Gorky cry cranes.

Kalina Red, Kalina Gorky,
Again, the separation dropped to me.
Long separation, the road is long.
Kalina Bitter, Kalina Red.

I stand early in the morning,
Frozen berries collect.
In the soul through the wound
Strong nitka cas.

Snegia does not scatter,
In the path-track will collect.
Eh Kalina, I know,
What I will not come back soon.