Текст песни Бичевская Жанна - На дальней сторонке

How far the sidelines loudly singing nightingale

I'm a boy in a foreign land, far away from people.

I'm a boy in a foreign land, far away from people.

Forgetting-pozabroshen with young young age,

I was left an orphan, happiness, I do not share.

That cold and hunger, he gave me starve,

And I, the boy is still young it's all gone through.

And I, the boy is still young it's all gone through.

Oh, I die, I die, bury me,

And nobody knows where my grave.

And no one knows, and no one will come,

Only in early spring the nightingale will sing.

Crows and prosvischet and fly again,

And my modest grave stands alone.

And my modest grave stands alone.