шумел камыш (караоке) Russian song the reed rustled

You come home, and at home they will ask: Where did you walk, where were you And you say: I walked in the garden, I didn t find a path home And if they scold at home Then come here again. .. She came: he is not there, It will never be. She covered her eyes with a handkerchief And she began to cry loudly: Where has my beauty gone To whom have I given my happiness .. The reeds rustled, the trees bent, And the night was dark. One beloved couple Walked all night until morning.