Текст песни Евгений Дятлов - Не для меня придет весна

Words and music A. Gadalina

Not for me will spring come,
Not for me the song will spill,
And the heart will joyfully be hammered
In the delight of feelings is not for me.

Not for me the river,
Brega native washes,
Pleasure of meek waves the soul caresses:
It does not flow for me.

Not for me in the country native
Family around Easter will gather,
"Christ is risen" - from the mouth will flow,
Easter Day, no, not for me.

Not for me the moon, birches,
The native grove is silvering,
And the nightingale meets her:
He will not sing for me.

But for me spring will come,
I will swim to the Abkhazian banks,
I will fight with the people then,
There the bullet awaits me long ago.