Текст песни Иван Кучин - Таволга заплакала в лесу......

Meadowsweet cry in the woods
About my singing about suffering
Braided in a braid chamomile you
And went to another on a date

I was waiting for you at our alder
You passed by without noticing
From what I have become a stranger to you
From what I've become not you cute

On eh I'm in a drunken fire
Youth spend their insanely
From that long ago that the only weapon on me
Meadowsweet in a forest so bitterly crying

Ah what did I cross a bear
Ai for which this penalty
Braided in a braid chamomile you
And went to another on a date