Текст песни Нина Раутио - Слонимский. Душный хмель.

My husband whipped me patterned ,
Twice folded belt.
For you in the window casement
I sit up all night with fire .

Dawn breaks over and forge
Rising smoke .
Ah, me , the prisoner sad ,
You could not stay again .

For you I share a frown ,
Share - meal took .
Or like the blond ,
Or red sweet ?

How do I hide you, groaning call!
In the heart of a dark , stuffy hops,
A thin rays fall
On nesmyatuyu bed.
1911