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.