Текст песни Жанна Бичевская - Родник

If you suffered a setback,
If unable to dispel melancholy.
In the autumn of soft autumn quiet,
Come quickly to my spring.
During the spring the white temple, old cemetery
This forgotten edge of Russia, we left.

If the eyes are clouded with moisture
From spring popleschi eyes.
You can cry, cry quietly,
Who will understand, where the water, where a tear?

You see, the cranes flew over there,
At the horizon melted their cry?
... And if you are sick, bed-ridden,
Suppose you dream healing spring.

For spring - white temple,
Old Cemetery.
This forgotten region
Russia has left us.