О. Погудин - Как вдали при долине
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As in the distance, with a valley
Loudly sang a nightingale
And I, boy, in a foreign land
Forgotten from people.

Forgun, taken up
From young young years
I remained an orphan
I have no happiness in life.

Here is the cold and hunger
He changed me
And I, boy, is still young
It survived all this.

I’ll die, here I will die
They will bury me
And no one will know
Where is my grave.

And no one will know
And no one will come
Only early spring
The nightingale will pass.

Sake and whimpers
Yes, it will fly away again
And my grave with the edge
It costs lonely.