Текст песни Снежана Прудько - Уличный вальс

The gray morning, cold hands,
Street, Zdrastvujte, hello
Good people - good budte,
Give the poor thing on bread

Hey gentlemen, Mrs., Gospodarikov
Take the ruble
Give orphan water, crackers,
I'll sing you a song
Sad song, a melody
Param-pararam-pararam
He listens to a beggar, sick and whacky
I composed myself

My father drunk, asleep at the pharmacy
Mom goes on panel
Crying hungry poor children
You pity children

It's cold, thin fingers are freezing
And Now for the coin
The poor girl, to the poor boys
Sing a song for you
Sad song, a melody
Param-pararam-pararam
Song of the poor, the sick and the foolish
I composed myself