Not for you comes the Spring
Not for you the Don overflows
And the girls' heart beats
with rapturous feeling inside. Not for you
It's not for you that gardens bloom.
In the valley, a grove flourishes
There, a nightingale meets the spring
It sings a lot, but not for you.
It's not for you that brooks flow.
They run like diamond streams.
There, is a girls with black eyebrows.
She is growing; but not for you.
It's not for you hat Easter comes.
All the relatives meet sitting down to the table
Wine will fill the glasses.
Such life is not for you.
However, for you there is a piece of lead.
It will scream into your white body
And bitter tears will pour out
Such a life, brother, is waiting for you.