Lyrics Александр Иванов - Иволга

Oriole screams for the last time & quot; Goodbye & quot;
In the autumn silence.
I left my fatherland
And it hurts me ..
Edge you are my abandoned ..
Edge you are my wasteland
Weeping together abandoned
Forest yes monastery ..

And nowhere else they beat the bells.
There is no cross on the domes.
And the honor is sung here
Red lips.
Drink again, fight, cry,
Cursing sadness.
Old Russia, sweet Russia,
I pray for you.
I pray..

Forgive me,
Russia is my wasteland
Old maple and steppe,
Forest yes monastery ..
Forgive me
For drunken sadness,
For this weakness
I'll be back..

Wind free, sing a song about the land to me -
She still keeps
The warmth of my soul,
And the soul hurts ..
The oriole is crying somewhere
Crying among the birches.
These eyes are full of tears
I took with me.
I took away ..

Forgive me,
Holy Russia!
Forgive me
For drunken sadness.
Forgive me
For a glass of wine,
For this weakness,
What is not a joy
Not a joy ..

Forgive me,
Russia is my wasteland
Old maple and steppe,
Forest yes monastery ..
Forgive me
For drunken sadness,
For this weakness.
I'll be back..

Forgive me..
For drunken sadness ..
Sorry for the weakness ..
I'll be back..
I'll be back..