Текст песни Скобцов Иван - Среди долины ровныя

The valley is flat,
At a smooth height,
Blooming, growing tall oak
In mighty beauty.

A tall oak, branchy,
One is in everyone's eyes;
One, one, poor thing,
Like a recruit on a watch!

Will the sun rise red -
Whom to take under the shadow?
Will the weather be struck -
Who will protect?

Neither pine is curly,
Neither are you near him,
Neither bushes are green
Do not twist around it.

Ah, boring lonely
And the tree grow!
Ah, bitterly, bitterly to the young man
Without a cute life lead!

There are many silver, gold -
Whom should they give?
There are many fame, honors -
But with whom to share them?

Whether I meet with friends -
Bow, that was it;
Whether I meet with prigozhimi -
Bow and a couple of words.

I myself am frightened of myself,
The other runs me.
All the others, all the buddies
It's only day before black!

Where can I rest in my heart,
When will the storm rise?
A gentle friend sleeps in the damp earth,
To the aid does not come!

Neither family nor tribe
In a stranger's side to me;
Do not groom kindly
A friend of mine!

Does not cry for joy
The old man looking at us;
Do not curl around malyutochki,
Quietly frolicking!

Take all the gold,
All the honors are back;
I'm home, I love you,
Give me a nice look!