Текст песни Алла Пугачева - Я несла свою беду...

I bore his misfortune
By spring the ice .
Cracked ice - the soul of the insulation,
Stone under the water went ,
And the trouble is , though hard -
And for the sharp edges of the detainees.

And that's the trouble with that day
Seeking light on me.
Rumors with her with rumors .
And I'm not dead,
Knew naked willow
Yes, even with quail quails .

Who of them said to him ,
My lord -
Only gave me spill the beans .
And passion is not himself ,
He went after me ,
And for him - trouble with rumors linked .

He caught me caught up ,
Hug , arms raised ,
Beside him in the saddle trouble grins ...
But he could not stay -
There was only one day,
And the trouble is forever barred detainees.