Текст песни Застольные песни - Шумел камыш, деревья гнулись

Shumel reeds, trees bent,
And it is night was dark ...
A beloved couple
All through the night until the morning walking.

And in the morning they got up.
Around the crumpled grass,
Let no one herb wrinkled -
Dented my youth.

Will you come home and the house will be asked:
"Where are you walking where it was?".
And you say: "In the garden walking,
Home path not found. "

And if the house be scolded,
Then come back here ...
She came: it there is not present,
It will never happen.

She closed her eyes with a handkerchief
And I start to cry loudly:
"Where are my beauty go?
Who am I to give happiness? .. "

Shumel reeds, trees bent,
And it is night was dark.
A beloved couple
All through the night until the morning walking.