Текст песни ФОЛК-АРТЕЛЬ СЛОБОДА - Чудный месяц

Wonderful month floats above the river,
Silence reigns in the valleys!
I sit and admire you;
for me now autumn - spring.

Nothing in the world I do not,
just to see you, my dear!
Only one heart to joy -
enjoy your beauty!

But, alas, our short meeting,
you are in a hurry for a date with another!
And cherished a passionate speech,
you say no to me, dear!

I stand before the icon with the entreaty,
God's grace to cry quietly,
what would have always been happy with you,
whatever grief you never knew.

And the grave is my lonely,
with a nod to her no one will come.
Only the bright sun is high,
Cross over my poor will rise!