Текст песни Плевицкая Надежда - Липа вековая

The linden tree
The noise rises over the river,
The song is boring
In the distance it rings.

The meadow is covered with fog,
Like a veil;
Heard behind the mound
The bell is watchdog.

This ringing is dull
For a long time past days
Awakened what was
In my memory.

That's all over,
I'm already under the crown,
Molodtsa pinned
A golden ring.

Only not with you,
My darling, -
You sleep under the earth,
You sleep because of me.

Above your grave
Nightingale sings, -
Soon your darling
The same sleep will fall asleep.