Текст песни Надежда Кадышева - По полю по чистому

Downfield from the net blizzard walks,
In the tent young coachman:
Oh, lady, my horses get lost,
Escape fur hollow.
Oh, lady, my horses get lost,
Escape fur hollow.

A wind-thief over the field of all the whistles,
And the lady of twenty
Calls coachman Move closer.
Until you find the way.

Why are you hot, why are you beautiful,
My husband is not like you,
And with him I never will be happy.
It would be better just under the knife.

Snowstorm married hot lips,
And oath before the tomb of love.
We are together with you leave here
And Sgin the edge of the earth.
We are together with you leave here
And Sgin the edge of the earth.

But a year passed, and in the master's chambers
Do lady boy grows,
And from a distance looking at someone else's happiness.
The driver silently bitter pours.
And from a distance looking at someone else's happiness.
The driver silently bitter pours.