Music by Alexander Varlamov
Lyrics by Semion Stromilov
Not a branch, swayed by a wind blow,
Nor the rustle in the trees --
That's my grieving soul is bleeding,
Trembling like an autumn leaf.
Pangs of misery afflict me
Like a snake beneath a trough!
Burn you down, my lighting splinter,
So with you will I go off.
Whom do I, now, lead to altar?
How to live without my love?
Getting hitched to a sepulcher
Must have fallen to my lot.
Open, moist dirt of the last home,
Give the man the rest he craves.
Give me, give me refuge, heartthrob,
In a small cell of your grave.
Life without you is disgusting,
Gnawed by dole without rest...
Will the plank lid of a casket,
Ever lastly hide my breast?
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AndrzejM
mian2008ami 8 months ago
@mian2008ami
Dziękuję!!!
schetin 8 months ago