Lyrics Кристалл-Балалайка feat ОперацЫя Ё - Не для меня
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Не для меня придет весна,
Не для меня Дон разольется,
А сердце девичье забьется
С восторгом чувств не для меня.
Не для меня луна взойдет,
В лесу тропинки освещает,
А соловей, весну встречая,
Он будет петь не для меня.
Не для меня ручьи бегут,
Бегут алмазными струями,
А дева с черными бровями,
Она растет не для меня.
Не для меня церковный звон,
В кругу родня вся соберется,
Вино по рюмочкам польется,
День Пасхи – он не для меня.
Не для меня цветы цветут,
Распустят розы цвет душистый,
Сорвешь цветок, а он завянет,
Такая жизнь, брат, для меня.
А для меня народный суд,
Осудят сроком на три года,
Возьмет конвой меня жестокий
И поведет меня да в тюрьму.
А для меня кусок свинца,
Он в тело белое вопьется,
И кровь горячая прольется,
Такая жизнь вот для меня...
И так пройдут мои года,
В разлуке с милою семьею,
С семьей я больше не увижусь,
Родных не встречу никогда.
Spring will not come for me
Don’t spill for me
And the girl's heart will beat
With delight of feelings is not for me.
Not for me the moon will rise,
In the forest, the path illuminates
And the nightingale, meeting spring,
He will not sing for me.
Not for me streams run,
Run diamond jets
And a maiden with black eyebrows,
It does not grow for me.
Not for me the church bells,
In a circle of kin all will gather,
Wine pours into the glasses,
Easter Day is not for me.
Flowers don't bloom for me
Dissolve roses fragrant color,
If you pick a flower, it will wither,
Such a life, brother, for me.
And for me, the people's court,
Convicted for a term of three years,
Will take convoy me cruel
And lead me to jail.
And for me, a piece of lead,
He squeals into a white body,
And hot blood is spilled,
Such a life for me ...
And so my years will pass,
Separated from the sweet family
I’ll never see my family again
I will never meet my relatives.
Don’t spill for me
And the girl's heart will beat
With delight of feelings is not for me.
Not for me the moon will rise,
In the forest, the path illuminates
And the nightingale, meeting spring,
He will not sing for me.
Not for me streams run,
Run diamond jets
And a maiden with black eyebrows,
It does not grow for me.
Not for me the church bells,
In a circle of kin all will gather,
Wine pours into the glasses,
Easter Day is not for me.
Flowers don't bloom for me
Dissolve roses fragrant color,
If you pick a flower, it will wither,
Such a life, brother, for me.
And for me, the people's court,
Convicted for a term of three years,
Will take convoy me cruel
And lead me to jail.
And for me, a piece of lead,
He squeals into a white body,
And hot blood is spilled,
Such a life for me ...
And so my years will pass,
Separated from the sweet family
I’ll never see my family again
I will never meet my relatives.