Текст песни Марина Влади - Я несла свою беду

I bore his misfortune
According to spring on the ice.
Cracked ice - the soul of the insulation,
Stumbling into the water gone,
And the trouble is, though hard -
And for the sharp edges of the detainees.

And that's the trouble with that day
Looking for a light for me.
Rumors go with her to the rumors.
And I'm not dead,
I knew naked willow
Yes, quail quail.

Who would have said to him,
My lord -
Just given me to spill the beans.
And passion is not himself,
He went after me,
And for him - trouble with rumors linked.

He caught me caught up,
A hug, arms raised,
Beside him in the saddle trouble grins ...
But he could not stay -
There was only one day,
And the trouble is the eternal term detainees.