Иван Кучин - Две смородинки
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The last hut at the station
The currants in the garden gained strength
Mother said, wiping the sweat from her forehead
"I'll put you on your feet, and into the grave"

And I was already me, and in those years
Ran into the yard, melting a cigarette butt and matches
To watch the trains run away
Electric trains rush off somewhere

Ah, mother, two currants, two of your berries
Ripe, stood on their feet, filled out
But they fell from the bush, catch them or not

They rolled out across the world
They rolled out across the world

I wished to go to the seas
At least to drink a sip of the beautiful life
And I went, and I went
In a carriage called "Stolypin"

My sister faded as a daughter-in-law
She got a taste of grief at someone else's mass
That's how fate befalls us with her and divorced
And again brought together at that last hut

Ah, mother, two currants, two berries of yours
Ripe, stood on their feet, filled up
But here they fell from the bush, catch them or not

They rolled all over the world
They rolled all over the world

Well, sister, I have become smarter now
And you are not so naive and carefree
We all with the death of our mothers
Grow up finally, forever

Well, let's live, breathing with all the joy
For all who are no longer in this world
After all, every orphan soul
God has a special eye

Ah, mother, two currants, two berries of yours
Ripe, stood on their feet, filled up
But here they fell from the bush, catch them or not

They rolled all over the world
They rolled all over the world the world rolled out