Текст песни Православные песни - Не для меня

Not for me will spring come,
Not for me Don will spill,
And the heart of a girl's zabetsya
With the delight of feelings is not for me.

Not for me are the gardens blooming,
In the valley a grove blooms,
There the nightingale meets a nightingale,
He will not sing for me.

It's not for me that the horse is forging,
And the wind plays with a mane,
He beats his hoof and does not know
It's not for me.

It's not for me that Easter comes,
For the table, relatives will gather,
"Christ is risen!" - from the mouth,
Easter is not for me.

And for me - a piece of lead,
He will yell into a white body,
And bitter tears will spill:
Such a life, my brother, is waiting for me.