Текст песни Бабушкины внуки - Не для меня

Spring will not come for me
Don’t spill for me
There the girl’s heart will clog
With the senses of feeling, not for changing.

Brooks do not murmur for me
Ringing diamond jets
There deeva with black eyebrows
She oh grows not for me.

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

Easter won't come for me
The whole family will gather at the table of relatives
Christooos is risen from his mouth
Easter day is not for me.
Vinoo will pour on glasses
Such a life is not for me.

Ahh for me a piece of lead
He cries into a white body
And hot blood will be shed
Such a life is waiting for a brother to change.
And the bitter tears will pour
Such a life brother is waiting for me.