Текст песни Via Aldo Moro - Ольха

BORIS KORNILOV

ALDER

I love very much
And mom and meadow,
Stars over the water for a ruble.
I’d search better, but I won’t.
I love very much.
Therefore, do not sing other songs,
Without love, numb in my soul, -
May be,
At this very place
The girl fell in love with the Pecheneg.
Forest girl fell in love
Pecheneg stout ...
Died a long time ago, not knowing
About the eyes of non-Russians at me.
Only I miss the streets
The old man would not be so bored - the old man ...
Do not find me such a girl
Here is one -
In my lifetime!
Sing it from grief
Midnight bird nightingale,
All edges from sea to sea
Trill scratched obve
So that I am without beer and without honey ...
To muddied around the edges ...
Bad weather would bring
To the clearing, to the young streams,
Where is viburnum and alder-eloha
Not afraid of the storm and thunder,
To make my soul feel good,
Maybe in recent times.
Come in, slanting spring rain,
Water the field trail.
And I won’t, longing, later
Head bang on the trees.
Only I will be young and rude
And caring, like our mother,
Kiss viburnum as if on the lips
And alder lovingly hug.
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
And I want to add only
To my sung verse
What sometimes I call - Olga -
Pink, fresh alder.