Текст песни Золотое Кольцо и Надежда Кадышева - Отговорила роща золотая

Golden grove
Birch , cheerful language
The cranes , sadly flying ,
I do not regret more about anyone .

Stand alone among bare plains ,
A crane carries the wind in the distance,
I am full of thoughts of youth fun
But nothing in the past I'm not sorry .

Do not pity me years wasted in vain,
Do not pity the soul purple flowers .
In the garden, lit a fire mountain ash ,
But no one can warm it .