Lyrics Под гитару - Тучи

The wind drives the evil clouds ah,
Petals tearing off the rose,
Your hair caressing,
Tears come to me ah ...

I ask, do not cry!
To me, most insulting ...
Tears, stop dripping,
On the cheeks of my beloved.

I'll leave for two years, ah,
You will be my favorite,
There will be wonderful weather,
Will you be my bride, ah ...

I ask, do not cry!
To me, most insulting ...
Tears, stop dripping,
On the cheeks, my beloved ...

Do not pass and half a year ah,
Have brought home the soldier,
Early in the morning at dawn,
When it was hot and hot ah ...

I ask, do not cry!
To me, most insulting ...
Tears, stop dripping,
On the cheeks, my beloved ...

And she did not forget ah,
That guy, young,
At the grave came,
And she sobbed for a long time.

I ask, do not cry!
To me, most insulting ...
Tears, stop dripping,
On the cheeks, my beloved ...