Текст песни Алла Пугачева - Беда

I bore his misfortune
In the spring on the ice,
Oblomov ice - the soul of the insulation,
Stone went under water ...
And the trouble is though hard -
But arrested for sharp edges,
But arrested for sharp edges.

 

And that's the trouble with the day
Look for me at the light,
Next to it are a rumor rumors.
And I'm not dead,
I knew naked willow
And with quail quails,
And with quail quails.

 

Just who does he say,
My lord -
Only given me, given me to spill the beans.
And passion is not your own,
He went after me,
And behind him trouble with rumors linked,
And behind him trouble with rumors linked.

 

He caught me, caught up,
Hugging, arms raised,
And behind him trouble in the saddle ... grins
After all, he could not stay -
There was only one day,
A trouble in the eternal life of detainees,
A trouble in the eternal life of the detainees.