Текст песни Александр Малинин - --Околдована

Enchanted, bewitched
She was once married with the wind in the field,
All of you are as if in chains,
You are my precious woman!

Not funny, not sad,
As if descended from a dark sky,
You and my wedding song
And my star is crazy.

I'll bend over your knees
I will embrace them with fierce strength,
And tears and poems
I will burn you, bitter, dear.

What will increase will not decrease
What will not come true will be forgotten ...
Why are you crying, beauty?
Or is it just that it seems to me?