Текст песни Русская народная песня - Ой калина, ох малина...

Viburnum Oh, oh raspberries
The quiet river water,
Tell me, tell me viburnum
How you got here?

One early spring
The guy rode a brave,
I have long admired,
And then with a visor.

He wanted me to Kalina,
To plant in her garden
I do not drove it into the ground dropped,
Thinking that I be lost.

I grabbed for the land
He stood on their feet
Permanently settled here
Where shebechat nightingales

Tractor, combine
Every day there are here
Thin branches do not break
The color of my white protect.

You do not blow my dear wind
Do not think for orphans
I land intermarried,
That is still the color.

Viburnum Oh, oh, raspberries,
Do not grieve you all,
You, the color of viburnum,
You Flowers on the joy of all.
You, the color of viburnum,
You Flowers on the joy of all.