Юрий Морфесси - Мой любимый старый дед
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My beloved old grandfather
Dragged for twenty years
He gave the oaths of fidelity
He kissed his export
And in silence with her
He sang nightingale every time
Remembering happiness days
They all whispered
Well, more, well, sing it soon,
His song, Nightingale
Well, more, well, sing it soon,
About the love of past days
*Well, more, well, Nightingale,
The song is your boot.*
My beloved old grandfather
Lived seventy -five years,
Once, sitting over a stream,
I remembered with sadness about the past
Where are you, where, my love,
Blood began to play again
He began to shine dull gaze,
And the old grandfather again:
Well, yet, sing it soon,
His song, Nightingale
Well, more, well, sing it soon,
About the love of past days
Well, more, well, sing it soon,
About the love of past days