Текст песни Русские романсы - Белой акации гроздья душистые...

The whole night we nightingale whistling,
The town was silent and said nothing at home ...
White acacia clusters fragrant
Night we crazy.

The garden was full unwashed spring rains,
The water was dark ravines.
God, as we were naive,
How young we were then!

The years have flown, gray making us ...
Where the purity of the branches alive?
Only the winter blizzard that white
It reminds about them today.

At the hour when the wind rages furiously,
With a new power, I feel:
White acacia clusters fragrant
Irrevocably as my youth!
White acacia clusters fragrant
unique, like my youth ...