Текст песни Алла Горбачёва - Ты дрожишь от лютого мороза...

You tremble from freezing frost
You walk down the street home
Gripping the cigarette
Small graceful hand.

Snow falls on your eyelashes
And the paint under the eyes dirt
And you can not forget you
As first guy to give.

It was once a friend
There was a nice buster
Head bowed on both hands
You sat quietly by the window.

Suddenly you hooked some guy
And in his ear whispered something
Remember how purple lipstick
He lips with your lips shot.

And in a taxi you spill tears
Suddenly mahnёsh passer-hand
And a simple word & quot; a prostitute & quot;
Will always be with you.

You tremble from freezing frost
You walk down the street home
Threw a cigarette butt on the road
Sparkles went on the pavement.