Текст песни Любэ - Не Для Меня

Spring will not come for me
Don’t spill for me
And the girl's heart will forget
With delight of feelings is not for me

Gardens are not blooming for me
In the valley the grove blooms
There the nightingale meets spring
He will not sing for me (not for me)

Not for me, not for me
Not for me, not for me

Don't forge a horse,
And the wind mane plays
He beats his hoof and does not know -
His forge is not for me

It's not Easter for me,
All the relatives will gather at the table
Christ is risen from the mouth will pour,
Since easter day is not for me

And for me, a piece of lead,
He squeals into a white body
And bitter tears will flow
Such a life, brother, is waiting for me.