Текст песни Геннадий Белов - В роще соловьиной

In this grove, even in the bright May
Do not nightingales sang.
Who called it so I do not know:
Nightingale grove love.

Sprinkles woodpecker voiced gvozdochki,
She moves pine needles.
Dawn walks in a pink dress,
But always alone, always alone.

On the edge of the wilderness lodge,
And around these wonders:
It collects the sun in a basket
Vorobyov noisy voices.

In this grove, even frenetic May
Do not nightingales sang,
Who called it so I do not know:
Nightingale grove of love?

I whisper the name of your favorite ...
Grove. Grove, you're Prompt:
Why am I in your sky blue
Nightingale seem martins?

In this grove, even in the bright May
Do not nightingales sang.
Who called it so I do not know:
Nightingale grove of love?