Алексей Покровский - Ах,вы сени
текст песни

Oh, you, my canopy, canopy
Hall of my new,
Canopy new maple,
Ethnichet!

I went out young
For new gates,
For new maple,
For the bars,
I released a falcon
From the right sleeve.
“You fly, fly, falcon,
High and far,

And high and far,
To the homeland;
On the sidelines
The priest lives thundering.
He is formidable, sir, formidable,
He is not merciful:
He does not let it down
Walk in the evening one.

I did not listen to my father
The fellow stumbled.
And for that he spotesha
That one son has a father.

Oh, you, my canopy, canopy
Hall of my new,
The canopy is new, maple,
Ethnichet!