Текст песни Виктор Петлюра - Волюшка

Volyushka
(mus., cl. folk / B. Vinnikov)
Before me stands a wall,
And behind it, she -
Will my incomparable.
Tired of waiting,
But you can not escape -
Automatic look at me ...
He writes his son's mother:
& quot; What are you, my son,
The third year of visits do not you take? & Quot;
Why should they take,
My dear mother,
You do not disturb the soul of a date
Chorus:
And I'd love to go
For the roads that went,
Little girl by the hand to lead,
On that night I spent.
But in what is now the words
All because of my fate
And only a true friend Guitars
Among the separations.
From that girls
Letters do not have a long time,
Where are you, my darling?
Tired of waiting,
But you can not escape -
Automatic look at me ...