Текст песни Казачий хор - Не для меня

Spring won't come for me
Don’t spill for me
There the girl’s heart will beat
Delighted feelings are not for me.

Gardens don't bloom for me
In the valley, the grove blooms
There is a nightingale, meets spring,
He will not sing for me.

Streams don't flow for me
Bubbling diamond jets,
There is a maid with black eyebrows
it is not growing for me.

Easter will not come for me
The whole family gathers at the table of relatives
The wine will pour over the glasses
Easter day is not for me.

And for me, a piece of lead,
He cries into a white body,
And hot blood will be shed
(And bitter tears will pour then)
Such a life will wait for me & # 33;