Текст песни Татьяна Кабанова - Перебиты,поломаны крылья...

Broken , broken wings,
Wild pain my soul cramped ,
Cocaine silver dust
All my road covered with snow .

Stealing I do not know how -
On Privoz taught thieves
And for that, I sang songs to them ,
These songs are a distant spring.

Until the age of sixteen are not in love ,
Similarly, I rose in the garden blossomed ,
A sixteen years I was gone -
And I smoked and drank vodka .

Wind on the field whistles and moans ,
Wind the window in the old knocks ...
And my love does not sink in the river
And the fire never burns .

I go to all go and I do not know ,
With the end of the song is not ...
I'm still a young girl ,
A thousand years of my soul !