Текст песни Лев Лещенко - Песнь соловья

Where fairy tale guards month
Where in the green wilds wind murmurs
Nightingale Grove is the white birch grove
And thin pink branches
In the thickets of bird cherry scented
Nightingale Russian glorious Ptah
He opens his song with a whistle
From fields is carried away sadness
From the soul goes away anxiety
Ahead of life only the distance
Hopeful human road
And the land becomes dearer
And hearts to understand each other easier
You touched my heart the nightingale
A small grove of white wizard
And not knowing that
You sang cherished me something
This song does not write the pen
With the flight of the flying
From fields is carried away sadness
From the soul goes away anxiety
Ahead of life only the distance
Hopeful human road
And thin pink branches
In the thickets of bird cherry scented
Nightingale Russian glorious Ptah
He opens his song with a whistle
With this song so disturbing to me
With this song, so maybe happiness
There were a lot of songs on the earth
Only the nightingale does not end
From fields is carried away sadness
From the soul goes away anxiety
Ahead of life only the distance
Hopeful human road
Ahead of life only the distance
Hopeful human road