Текст песни Орищенко Ирина - По сугробам, по зиме

The drifts , in the winter ,
Boots under his arm .
I run away like a dream ,
To his boy .
Know who was or was not -
You greed what?
If only he loved me ,
And then - I do not know .

Barefoot like in May
Wind squeezed tears .
The door will soon open -
Nozhenki frozen.
That's bad head -
There is impossible to deal with the feet ,
Resorting alive barely ,
We sit down furnace .

Nurse no tyatki not,
What do you robeesh ?
On the floor was a blanket ...
 Oh, do not be sorry !
And then home again
I will take the time ...
Something hot to me with you ,
Give water to drink ...

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