Текст песни Владимир Высоцкий и Марина Влади - Я несла свою беду...

I carried my Spring Trouble on the ice,
The ice broke - the soul was broken;
I went under the water like a stone, but the trouble is even heavy -
Yes, it lingered behind the sharp edges.
Yes, it lingered behind the sharp edges.

And Trouble has been looking for me since that day,
Rumors go along with her with rumors.
And that I was not dead, the naked willow knew,
And also quail with quails.
And also quail with quails.

Which of them told him, my Lord, -
They just betrayed me, blabbed out.
And out of passion he is not himself, he went after me,
And after him Trouble with Rumor tied.
And after him Trouble with Rumor tied.

He overtook me, overtook me; hugged, raised in his arms,
In the saddle beside him, Bede was grinning ...
But he could not stay, it was only one day,
And the Trouble lingered forever ...
And the Trouble lingered forever ...