Текст песни Александр Смогул - Когда эта женщина бледностью лба

When this woman has a pale forehead
Concerns the dusk of March
That flour of shameful faded pillar,
And the bits are the last card.

There are two rampaging in it - from ice and fire,
Which one is the hitch?
In her, a weak woman loves me
A strong one cannot see.