Текст песни Виктор Петлюра - Белые туфли

Outside the rain and slush tabloid,

Barbed needle directly into the soul sweeps.

A girl in a pale little white shoes,

Like a stray wanders through the puddles.

A girl in a pale little white shoes,

Like a stray wanders through the puddles.

 

These white shoes she had bought

For gentle caresses a wealthy merchant,

And tender crumb with slim legs

The waltz whirled around the room together.

 

You loved him heartless,

He never loved nobody,

You gave him a child trustingly,

A month later, he had forgotten you.

You gave him a child trustingly,

A month later, he had forgotten you.

 

At night the street is damp and cold,

You drank the cup of life to the dregs,

They called an ambulance with a doctor old,

But back to life you are no longer able.

They called an ambulance with a doctor old,

But back to life you are no longer able.

 

Outside the rain and slush tabloid

Barbed needle directly into the soul of sweeps,

A girl in a pale little white shoes

Most will never come here.

A girl in a pale little white shoes

Most will never come here.