U cihana zyzn kochevaya,
Эto vsem yzvestno davno,
Dlya neho voda kljuchevaya,
Slashche chem hmelnoe vyno.
Pryspiv:
Koster – ne koster, esly net ohnya,
Cihan – ne cihan, esly net konya,
Nypochem tumana serii dim,
Ryadom s druhom vernim voronim.
Nad kybytkamy veyut vetri,
Na zare svystyat solovy,
Esly vljubytsya bezotvetno,
To umret cihan ot ljubvy.
Pryspiv
Strileckyi romans
Vesna, polkovnyku, vesna...
Eshche, eshche, eshche...
Ochy chernie
Dorohoi dlynnoyu
Hory, hory, moya zvezda
Romans cyhana z operety "Babyi bunt"
Novie russkye
Predskazanye
Lyubovnie pysma
Kalytka
Nam pela skrypka