Виталий Каледин - Ах вы, кумушки голубушки
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Oh, you, Kumushki Dove,
You do not know Kruchinushki!
Oh, like a cool heart,
In a zealous heart is sad
In young bones of a smoke,
In the white body of a grave:
He is drawn, I want to sleep.
Like no one promises that
What a de and fall asleep.
One Lada says
The soul tells how to rest.
In the light under the window

I froze the canvas
I froze the canvas
Thinly Ivanovo;
I sewed my friend to a shirt.
Oh, thin at the shirt
The sleeve was gone.
Still look out the window
Does anyone have any, -
There is a good fellow
Bends a thin sleeve.
I am not glad to the sleeve
And I'm glad to the fellow.
That the canvas lowered
For a mowing window:
Get up, sweet, out the window!
Not a thin canvas
Not bad, not rotten -
Half -silk;
Although it stretches
Yes, it will not break.
Ah, like in the yard of the dawn, -
It's time for a sweet from the yard;
Ah, like a snowball in the yard, -
After the ministry.
Ah, I'm looking out on the path
Tears themselves will flow.
And I do not dare poster
They don’t tell me to be drunk.

I will take, young, jug,
I'll go through the water myself
I'll go through the water myself
On Pechora on the river.
Swung, gleaned
She raised it, went home.

I turned, Mlada,
Against Milag's yard.
There is a mountain rolled
And Ulita's water.
And I came to the mountain
The trouble was made:
Slipped, young,
Haste the heel,
I fell on the barrel.
I didn't see how I fell
I'll see, Mlada, I am lying.
It's not a pity for me a jug,
Sorry for the jelly of water
What my heartfelt friend
Not washing myself, I went
Without washing it with water,
Not wiped with the canvas.