Текст песни Олег Погудин - Там в саду при долине громко пел соловей

There in the garden of the valley
Nightingale sang loudly .
And I, a boy in a foreign land
Forgotten by the people.

Forgotten , pozabroshen
With young , young age .
I was left an orphan ,
Happiness, I do not share .

That's cold and hunger
It made me starve ,
And I , the boy is still young
It's all gone through .

That's going to die and kill me,
Bury me.
And no one will know
Where is my grave .

And no one will know
and nobody will come.
Only in early spring
Nightingale crows .

Crows and prosvischet
And again fly .
And my grave with the edge
Stands alone .