Сергей Бархат - Соловушка
текст песни

Sing to me, nightingale, of my love
Of my love for the land with which I live
Tell me among the birch branches
Through the green, spring foliage
Sing to me of the fields where the rye ears are ripe
What the beautiful Earth will bear within herself
You've been singing this song to me since the cradle
Forests resound in it, meadows resound in it
Forests, lakes, and fields resound in it

Sing, nightingale, and warm the earth
Sing to the land where our children and fathers are
Sing to me of my mother Siberia
Spread this song to all ends
So that the world may hear this song
And in the spring, fly home quickly
To see off the sunsets and greet the dawn
The forests await you, the fields await you
For there is no other land for us

Sing, nightingale, of the morning dawn
How in spring everything is born again and again
And may life have no end or edge
In it, like the sun again, In her, like the sun, love awakens again
In her, like the sun, love awakens

Sing, nightingale, and warm the earth
Sing to the land where our children and fathers are
Sing to me about my mother Siberia
Spread this song to all ends
So that the world may hear this song
And in the spring, fly home quickly
To see off the sunsets and greet the dawn
The forests await you, the fields await you
For there is no other land for you and me

Sing, nightingale, about the morning dawn
How in spring everything is born again and again
And may life have no end or edge
In her, like the sun, again, in her, like the sun
In her, like the sun, love awakens

Sing, nightingale, about the morning dawn
How in spring everything is born again and again
And may life have no end or edge
In her, like the sun, again, in her, like the sun
In her, like the sun, love awakens