Текст песни А.Ведерников - Сижу на берегу потока

I sit on the bank of the stream
Bohr slumbers at dusk;
everything sleeps around and I
I sit on the shore - and think far,
There, there ... where is my life! ..
And the sword in my hand stirs up the streams of the stream.

I sit on the bank of the stream
We eat with jealousy, pensive, silent ...
Do not triumph again, O you, favorite of rock!
You are happy - but I am alive ...
And the sword in my hand stirs up the streams of the stream.

I sit on the bank of the stream ...
Do you breathe a sigh of him, o friend, unfaithful friend ...
And surely he love? - ah, this thought is cruel! ..
Boils the spirit of revenge
And the sword in my hand stirs up the streams of the stream.