Текст песни Сергей в 21 год - В зеленый вечер под окном На рукаве своем повешусь

I'm tired of living in native land
In longing for the expanses of buckwheat.
Leave my hut,
Leave a tramp and thief.

Go for the white curls of the day
Search for shabby housing.
And another favorite for me
Sharpen the knife for the bootleg.

Spring and the sun on the meadow
Wrapped yellow road
And the one whose name the shore,
I drive out from the threshold.

And again, I'll be back in the fold,
Another man's joy to be comforted,
In the green evening under the window
On the sleeve of her hanged.

Gray willow at the fence
Softer head tilt.
And I neobmytogo
The barking of a dog buried.

A month would swim and swim,
Dropping the paddle on the lake ...
And Russia will still live,
Dance and cry at the fence.

& Lt; 1916 & gt;