Текст песни Таццяна Беланогая - Я пачакаю

on a poem by Eugenia Janiszczyc

Nothing goes back:
Neither this moment nor this day - I know.
You walk away quietly in the snow,
And I love spring. I'll wait.

Gap-grass. Unbeaten race.
Cold vets wander about the grove.
And our trail of rye sprouted.
And I love the harvest. I'll wait.

It's raining - even if you don't get out of the house,
A sleepless year, like flax, I sort through.
On the shoes, on the white dress - dirt.
I don't like slats. I'll wait.