Текст песни Gorky Park - Беда

You bore his misfortune
In the spring on the ice,
Oblomov ice - the soul of the insulation,
Stone went under the water,
And the trouble is, though hard -
But arrested for sharp edges.

And that's the trouble with the day
Seeking over the world you
Next to it are a rumor rumors.
And you're not dead,
I knew naked willow
Yes, even with quail quails.

Just who does he say,
Thy master, -
Just given you spill the beans.
And passion is not your own,
He trudged for you,
And for him - trouble with rumors linked.

He caught you caught up,
Hugging, arms raised,
And behind him trouble in the saddle ... grins
Though he could not stay -
There was only one day,
A trouble in the eternal life of the detainees.