Текст песни Виктор Петлюра - Лето и зима, друга предала

Wincing from a gust of wind
You walk with bowed head,
And squeezing tightly cigarette
Thin chilly hand.
Snow falls on your eyelashes,
Mascara gentle on schёchke flowed,
But this can not be forgotten -
As first guy to give.

Chorus:
Yes, you are waiting for him,
Summer and winter,
Everything is long gone,
Yes, how could you,
Devotees love
A friend of his.

It was a house with a friend,
The party was nice,
And bowed his head in his hands,
Silently you sat at the window.
Suddenly some unknown guy
Something you whispered,
And your purple lipstick
Drunken lips he rented.

Chorus.

Early in the morning, go out of the door,
Stop the first taxi.
On the deserted streets of the capital
How long will you carry it.

Chorus.