песни из народа - По бугоркам,по дальним косогорам. - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

According to tubercles, in low kosoyraram floats, swinging, pale moon. In the evenings, the girls sing chorus, and not alone misses you. You write to me that you are busy on the throat that the camp is your sullen and notice. But in our homeland in Ryazan, the cherry garden flourished as white smoke. In the morning, in the fields we chase the cattle, blooms in the fields fragrant grass, and under the window curly Ryabina, his father quinged on the firewood. You will get an amnesty big, so write whether you will come when. And maybe I found myself another, and I will stay forever. But, you know that in our quiet, life is not worthwhile - she goes forward ... I mean - the famous Ring-franger me and the night does not give me a passage. According to tubercles, in low kosoyraram floats, swinging, pale moon. In the evenings, the girls sing chorus, and not alone misses you.