Текст песни Елена Ваенга - Черны косы расплела, кожа моя белая..

It was or was not,
Do not judge me today.
We see nothing, I was burning,
It hurts the heart - a wild beast.
Rasplela black braids.
My skin is white.
On the threshold of 20 years.
What have I done?

You stole my black crow,
He ripped at the seams white dress.
Well, I believe I went
Bold. A bold I, brave I am.

Showered pile
Memory days distant.
Tin il gold
Engagement rings.
Rasplela black braids.
My skin is white.
And on the threshold of 30 years,
But what have I done?

And you stole my black crow,
He ripped at the seams white dress.
Well, I believe I went
Bold. A bold I, brave I am.

It was or was not,
Do not judge me today.
We see nothing, I burned
It hurts the heart - a wild beast.
Rasplela black braids.
My skin is white.
On the threshold of 40 years,
But what have I done?

And you stole my black crow,
He ripped at the seams white dress.
Well, I believe I went
Bold. A bold I, brave I am.