Lyrics Тамбурин - -Эх,садовник
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Эх, садовник, садовник,
Что сажаешь теперь?
В твоем летнем саду распустилися розы,
Ты полей их, полей,
Дай им жизнь,
Пусть растут,
Пусть минуют их шумные грозы.
Эх, садовник, садовник,
Посади мне репей,
Пусть он вырастет гладким и нежным,
Ты взлелей его
Доброю, верной рукой,
Посади его, есть ли надежда?
Но ответил садовник, -
Напрасно, дружок,
Он привык на свободе пить влагу,
Тот, кто рос средь берез,
Среди шумных ветров,
Никогда уж не будет глаже.
Эх, садовник, садовник,
Что сажаешь теперь?
В твоем летнем саду распустилися розы,
Ты полей их, полей,
Дай им жизнь,
Пусть растут,
Пусть минуют их шумные грозы.
Ah, the gardener, the gardener,
What do you plant now?
In your summer garden rose roses,
You are their fields, fields,
Give them life,
Let them grow,
Let them pass noisy thunderstorms.
Ah, the gardener, the gardener,
Plant me with thistles,
Let it grow smooth and gentle,
You take him up
Good, with a right hand,
Plant it, is there any hope?
But the gardener answered, -
In vain, my friend,
He was accustomed to free drinking moisture,
The one who grew up among the birches,
Among the noisy winds,
Never will be ironed.
Ah, the gardener, the gardener,
What do you plant now?
In your summer garden rose roses,
You are their fields, fields,
Give them life,
Let them grow,
Let them pass noisy thunderstorms.
What do you plant now?
In your summer garden rose roses,
You are their fields, fields,
Give them life,
Let them grow,
Let them pass noisy thunderstorms.
Ah, the gardener, the gardener,
Plant me with thistles,
Let it grow smooth and gentle,
You take him up
Good, with a right hand,
Plant it, is there any hope?
But the gardener answered, -
In vain, my friend,
He was accustomed to free drinking moisture,
The one who grew up among the birches,
Among the noisy winds,
Never will be ironed.
Ah, the gardener, the gardener,
What do you plant now?
In your summer garden rose roses,
You are their fields, fields,
Give them life,
Let them grow,
Let them pass noisy thunderstorms.