Текст песни Наталья Недельская - Беда

I bore his misfortune
In the spring, the ice:
Cracked ice, dangling soul,
Stone went under water.
And the trouble is, though hard
Yes detained for sharp edges.
And the trouble with the day
Look for me at the light,
Rumors go along with it rumors.
And I was dead
I knew naked willow,
Yes, even with quail quails.
Who would have said to him,
My lord -
Only given me to spill the beans.
And passion is not your own,
He went after me,
And behind him trouble with rumor linked.
He caught me, caught,
Hugging, arms raised,
Beside him in the saddle trouble grins.
After all, he could not stay,
There was only one day,
A trouble in the eternal life of detainees