Текст песни Елена Ваенга - Я не умела петь романсы

I do not know how to sing love songs
Words of love are not understood
But the soul is torn into pieces
When I met you
 

And I would sledge
And the horses let fly themselves
And I would have a night or two
I would not trade for another
And I have a horse chestnut
And I would have followed thee
Somewhere, I do not know
But I'm afraid - late

He was rumpled white silk skirt
And thorns on the fingers of blood
Your last of jokes
Your last love
I met the dawn of a smile
A night of adoration met
You did not see was torture
And it was to see the punishment

And I would sledge
And the horses let fly themselves
And I would have a night or two
I would not trade for another
And I have a horse chestnut
And I would have followed thee
Somewhere, I do not know
But I'm afraid - late