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Why do you, girls, love handsome men...

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The chamomiles have locked themselves.
The buttercups bent their heads.
Like them I had been struck dumb with bitter words.
Why do you, girls, love handsome men?
Their love changes many masks.. .
 
I took away without the delay.
his shirt from my, the cold and chilling back.
I was proud of myself.
I wished him all the best.
 
He didn't ask: 'Forgive me, please'.
 
The chamomiles are picked,
The buttercups are died.
Cold water ripples in the lake..
 
Why do you, girls, love handsome men...
Their love changes many masks.
 

I look into the blue lakes

I look into the blue lakes,
Pick daisies in the fields.
I call you Russia,
My one and only.
You can ask me and ask me again,
There is no other land that is more dear to me,
It’s here where I was given a Russian name.
 
I look into the blue lakes,
Pick daisies in the fields.
I call you Russia,
My one and only.
I can’t imagine greater happiness than
Just to live the same life as you,
Share sorrows with you, my land,
And celebrate with you.
 
Your beauty has not been tarnished
Neither by years, nor by sorrows,
You have been always proud of your
Ivans and Marias.
Not all your falcons have come back from the wars -
Some are alive, some perished,
But their high glory
Belongs to you.
 
Your beauty has not been tarnished
Neither by years, nor by sorrows,
You have been always proud of your
Ivans and Marias.
I can’t imaging a happiness greater than
Just to live the same life as you,
Share sorrows with you, my land,
And celebrate with you.
 
I can’t imaging a happiness greater than
Just to live the same life as you,
Share sorrows with you, my land,
And celebrate with you.
 

A sweet berry

A sweet berry will lure you to the forest,
Will surprise you with delicious ripeness,
A sweet berry will make you intoxicated,
A bitter berry will sober you up.
 
Oh, my life is tough, steep like a hill,
It has exhausted me, drain me out.
There is only a handful of the sweet berries,
And two bushels of the bitter ones.
 
I don’t even understand what’s happening with me,
Why does it grow like that:
A sweet berry - only in springtime,
A bitter one - all year round.
A sweet berry - only in springtime,
A bitter one - all year round.
 
Go ahead, laugh at my misery,
Look at me from your window as I walk away,
A sweet berry we picked together,
A bitter berry I am picking alone.
A sweet berry we picked together,
A bitter berry I am picking alone.
 

My little village

My remote little village, built of wood,
I look at you from under my hand,
You stand above the river,
Dressed in a gauze shawl of a June cloud,
And freckled by the bird cherry trees.
You stand above the river,
Dressed in a gauze shawl of a June cloud,
And freckled by the bird cherry trees.
 
My dear one, my hard-working village.
Your shy smile is burnt into me.
My heart is still longing for you,
But I am too busy to visit.
My heart is still longing for you,
But I am too busy to visit.
 
I don’t want to travel to the southern seas at all,
And I am not lying while saying this,
I call you by your hallowed1 name,
Sainted through the centuries, my little village.
I call you by your hallowed name,
Sainted like a livelihood2, my little village.
 

• 1. In the original, by full name, as in First, Middle, Last, to show full respect
• 2. ”Like bread” in the original

Where can I get this kind of a song from

Where can I get this kind of a song from,
The one about love and life,
So no one would have guessed that this song is about you.
So no one would have guessed
So no one would have guessed
That this song is about you
That this song is about you.
 
So that this song would have flown around the world,
Would have touched someone’s heart,
Would have drawn someone to a grove,
Would have led someone to the fields.
Would have drawn someone to a grove,
Would have drawn someone to a grove,
Would have led someone to the fields.
Would have led someone to the fields.
 
So that by the factory clubhouse
And in some distant little village
With a heart set aflutter by this song,
A young girl would have waited for her dear one.
With a heart set aflutter by this song,
With a heart set aflutter by this song,
A young girl would have waited for her dear one.
A young girl would have waited for her dear one.
 
So that this song would have flown around the world,
Would have touched someone’s heart,
Would have drawn someone to a grove,
Would have led someone to the fields.
Would have drawn someone to a grove,
Would have drawn someone to a grove,
Would have led someone to the fields.
Would have led someone to the fields.