Текст песни Боханцев Сергей - Ты попой, соловушка

You sing, nightingale, on the road far,
Trelew sweeten darling.
No penalty, little head, dumoyu the sad -
All, I suppose, the trouble ahead.

    Do not worry, girl,
    A road about.
    A crisscross followed suit ...
    Far eh, whether high
    Falcons fly -
    Only the wind knows the answer.

We were torn on the chain mail shirt abusive
Exchanged always honor.
Ali we are young, exuberant to head
On someone else carry swords?

    A hooves clatter,
    A village Okáli:
    L see you all over again, no?
    Far eh, whether high
    Falcons fly -
    Only the wind knows the answer.

No izvedyvat not give you, my God,
What happened to us pass.
Zareklas mother of trouble, yes shnurochek leather
Frayed, to know along the way.

    A girl crying
    A road about -
    Not saw each other all over again, no ...
    Far eh, whether high
    Falcons fly -
    Only the wind knows the answer.