Текст песни Жанна Бичевская - Среди долины ровныя

F # m C # F # m
 Among the open valley
E A
 On smooth height
E C # 7
 Growing, blooming high oak
F # m C # 7 F # ​​m
 The powerful beauty.
 
Tall oak, spreading,
 One in everyone's eyes.
 Alone, alone, poor thing,
 As a recruit on the clock.
 
Oh, lonely boring
There's a tree to grow.
 Oh, bitterly dashing
 No sweet life to lead.
 
There are many srebro-gold.
 Whom they bestow?
 There are a lot of glory, honor,
 Yes, no one with whom to share.
 
Whether there with friends -
 Yes Bow was gone.
 Dating Is a comely -
 Bow and a couple of words.
 
Where the heart can rest,
 When the longing to find?
 The girlfriend is sleeping in the damp earth,
 The aid will not come.
 
No race No, no tribe
 In a strange side of me.
 I do not come dear
 Podruzhenka me.
 
Take all the gold,
 All honors ago.
 Give me a homeland
 Yes, let the cute look.