Black Summer Cloud - Тоска Народная
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Black Summer Cloud- "Folk Toska"
(Bitsa A./ Guchko A.)

l: The man is coming barely,
Drafers legs from the field.
And in the sky a crow,
Full as in the hut of grief.
Tired of living so hard,
I wanted to sleep a little
And here is the war already
Knocking at the threshold.

LL: The mouse was silent in the house.
The wind left the canopy.
And on the porch carved,
Children said goodbye to their father.
The road to the distance has gone,
I went beyond the horizon
And in the field howls howls
The soldier goes to the front.

Chorus:
Eh, Lyubava,
That we will have the will, that we are glory,
And what hurts us
Then in the region of the native calm.
Birches are noisy
Let the girls shed tears
National year ...

Lll: Smoke rose to the sky,
The light of the sun overshadows.
Bagrov fire,
Earth is burning- burning.
The soldier bowed to the bow
His eyes closed to him
He no longer knows
What are the night in the field.

Chorus:
Eh, Lyubava,
That we will have the will, that we are glory,
And what hurts us
Then in the region of the native calm.
Birches are noisy
Let the girls shed tears
National year ...