it's not for you the spring will come
It's not for you Don river will overflow
And maiden's heart will beat and grow
With the delight of feelings, not for you
It's not for you the garden blooms,
In the valley the grove is flowering -
There, the happy nightingale meets spring
It will not sing its song for you
The brooks are not murmuring for you,
Like precious diamond streams they flow
There, a maiden with black brows grow-
But not for you she does.
It's not for you Easter will come,
The family will gather at the table,
The wine will flow into the glasses-
But life like this is not for you.
And for you just a piece of lead.
Into the white flesh it will dig in
And the bitter tears will be flowing
This kind of life, brother, awaits .you.