Текст песни минус - БЕДА

I carried my misfortune on the spring ice
Broken ice soul broke
I went under the water like a stone but the trouble is even heavy
But she lingered behind the sharp edges.

And trouble has been looking for me since that day
Next to her are rumors with rumors
And that I was not dead, the naked willow knew
And even quail with quails.

Only who told him my Lord
They only gave me away
Chatted
And out of passion he was not himself, he went after me
And behind him the misfortune was tied to the rumor.

He caught up with me, he caught up, he hugged me in his arms.
And behind him the trouble in the saddle grinned
After all, he could not stay for only one day
And the trouble was delayed forever.