Не губите, мужики - Любэ

За деревней, у реки, рубят лес мужики.

И творят, что хотят, только щепки летят.

Не застудит терема непогода зима,

Да никто не вспомнит, нет, как смели первоцвет.

Не губите, мужики, не губите!

Не рубите дерева, не рубите!

Ради гнездышка грача, не рубите сгоряча!

Не губите, мужики, не губите!

Был я молод и удал, довелось, повидал,

Прохудилось сто рубах, все не в здешних краях.

Не губите первоцвет, аль креста на вас нет!

Мне себя совсем не жаль, за Россию печаль.

Не губите, мужики, не губите!

Не рубите дерева, не рубите!

Ради гнездышка грача, не рубите сгоряча!

Не губите, мужики, не губите!

Не губите, мужики, не губите!

Не рубите дерева, не рубите!

Ради гнездышка грача, не рубите сгоряча!

Не губите, мужики, не губите!

Не губите, мужики!

Не рубите дерева!

Не губите, говорю, не губите!

За деревней, у реки рубят лес, мужики...

Behind the village, by the river, the peasants are cutting down the forest.

And they do what they want, only chips fly.

Bad weather winter will not chill the tower,

Yes, no one will remember, no, how dared the primrose.

Don't kill it guys, don't kill it!

Don't cut the tree, don't cut it!

For the sake of the rook's nest, do not cut in haste!

Don't kill it guys, don't kill it!

I was young and daring, I had a chance, I saw

A hundred shirts were worn out, all not in these parts.

Do not destroy the primrose, al there is no cross on you!

I don’t feel sorry for myself at all, sadness for Russia.

Don't kill it guys, don't kill it!

Don't cut the tree, don't cut it!

For the sake of the rook's nest, do not cut in haste!

Don't kill it guys, don't kill it!

Don't kill it guys, don't kill it!

Don't cut the tree, don't cut it!

For the sake of the rook's nest, do not cut in haste!

Don't kill it guys, don't kill it!

Don't lose it guys!

Don't cut down trees!

Do not destroy, I say, do not destroy!

Outside the village, by the river, the peasants are cutting down the forest...