Текст песни Максим Трошин - Ты не пой соловей

You do not sing the nightingale near my cell,
And my prayer does not bother the nightingale.

I myself many years in this world of suffering
Experienced many troubles and joy did not know.

And now I'm afraid and the fate of people and
And sorrow I share with my close keley.

Fly nightingale flies to those regions,
Fly away as quickly as possible, which is my homeland.

Whistling softly to her as I am sick soul,
Remembering her in tears.

I want to forget those past days,
And I should only love beads alone.

I want to forget the deceptive light,
And then I decided to live the rest of his years.

Nightingale arrives when I finished the way,
On the grave of my then sit down to rest.

You do not sing the nightingale against my cell,
And my prayer did not bother Nightingale