Текст песни Алла Горбачева - Ты дрожишь от лютого мороза...

You're shaking from the hurtful frost
You walk down the street home
Gripping the cigarette
Small, elegant hand.

Snow falls on your eyelashes
And the paint under the eyes dirt
And you can not forget you
As first guy to give.

It was like a friend
There was a nice carousal
Head bowed on both hands
You sat quietly by the window.

Suddenly you sat down to a guy
And in his ear he whispered something
Remember how purple lipstick
He lips with your lips removed.

And in a taxi you spilling tears
Suddenly mahnёsh passer hand
And simple word & quot; whore & quot;
I will always be with you.

You're shaking from the hurtful frost
You walk down the street home
He threw a cigarette butt on the road
Sparkles went on the pavement.