Выходила маня замуж

In the morning, Manya. Rain in torrents, Manya.
   Attracting only from our yard gay-cheerful.
   Braids braided, Manya. In the house tidied, Manya.
   Let us pray to the icon and a candle lit, Manya.
   Navar soup, Manya. Invited guests, Manya.
   Shaw chock-full of people from her upper room, Manya.
   Gostyushki go Manya. Sing songs, Manya.
   Gorelochku drink, Manya. For your love, Manya.
   For your love, Manya, for a beautiful, Manya.
   For the love of this to the grave, very strong, Manya.
   All the neighbor kids too early in the morning to call.
   Because our Manka Sedna married gathered.
    
   Left Manya married - wedding was noisy,
   The bride shoes under the lacquer and white veil,
   And from her eyes as if from heaven Vodicka dripping,
   Schaub do this, Manya, shoby you did not cry.
    
   C in the morning, Manya, from the sky a rain splatters.
   I'm sitting on the bench, I pick everything knife.
   Gimnastёrochka me, unbuttoned buttons.
   Cut yes I bukovki blade switchblade.
   Bukovki cherished, but a heart with an arrow.
   Waiting when you vyydёsh Manya would see me with you.
   That's really two short years have passed since we met,
   Oh what is with you then we said goodbye.
   Talked about in the yard Manu this year already,
   Manu, they say, do not like, not blue one, married does not take,
   Told how Baba, her price - a broken penny and some do not.
   If Manka and not found a guy myself for so many years.
    
   Left Manya married - wedding was noisy,
   The bride shoes under the lacquer and white veil,
   And from her eyes as if from heaven Vodicka dripping,
   Schaub do this, Manya, shoby you did not cry.
    
   I stand-smoker, Manya. Look at you, Manya.
   I tell you today, Manya. Rose gifts, Manya.
   Rose gifts. Manya. Goodbye. Manya.
   You did not keep your promise, Manya.
   Little park in the station faded currants.
   I remember in the army then we called Homeland.
   You're in my way-track, Manya, then came to see off.
   And the memory of mine, Manya, even gave a photograph.
   A few years passed quickly, I know myself served not grieved,
   And I knew sho, sho you are, Man, I you so Manya loved.
   Oh did not think guessing I did not know, so we sho all poluchitstsa.
   And I will not forget you, Manya, and, perhaps, for you will be very muchitstsa.
    
   Left Manya married - wedding was noisy,
   The bride shoes under the lacquer and white veil,
   And from her eyes as if from heaven Vodicka dripping,
   Schaub do this, Manya, shoby you did not cry.