Текст песни Ольга Воронец - Бабья доля

We’ll sit or remember
Let's look at each other.
What is a woman’s share and talk about that.
Indian share in the open field
Turquoise grass
Forget-me-nots on the hem
And on the jacket lace.

Indian share - goodbye, will! Wedding ring.
And still there is a share - a little corner with a letter.
Then, a white light converges on it with a black wedge: it is alive, and the heart beats, and there is no longer any share.
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Indian share - Indian share
She did not bypass you, in the forty-third woman’s share
By the death of the brave
Died, but got up again -
I understood everything from the woman:
The world raised from the ashes, the children raised.

Look around the native lands, stand on the Volga coast:
This share in Russia, like daisies in a meadow,
And as you go out into the open field, remember everything, look around, -
Worship this share, proud share, Indian share.