Victoria Cherlenyuk. We rode on a boat ...

We rode on a boat,
Golden, golden, -
They did not row, but kissed,
Do not shake your head, brother.

In the forest, they say, in the forest, they say,
They grow, they say, a pine,
Liked it to me, well done,
Merry little girl.







Do not bitterly cuckoo, cuckoo,
On the aspen cursed,
Sit on the white birch,
Procure an orphan.

In the forest, they say, in the forest, they say,
They grow, they say, a pine.
Liked it to me, well done,
Prigozhaya the little girl.

I'll believe you then,
That love is true with us,
Kiss me, sweetheart,
I'll break it forty times.

You say, go, says,
To me, he says, more often.
You, she says, wear it, she says.
Gingerbread cookies.

Where we met dear,
There's green grass,
Where we with the dear parted,
There they sowed a tree.

In the forest, they say, in the forest, they say,
It grew, they say, a pine,
I really liked the pain
A clever girl.

My mother scolds me,
A bit more bore:
As I go with the party late,
He watches with a log.

I'm talking, says you,
Son, he says, I respect!
I'm telling you, he says,
Gulyana I will arrange!