Текст песни Марина Влади - Беда

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

And that's the trouble with the addition of the day
Seeking light on me,
Rumors go along with it, with rumors.
And I'm not dead,
Knew the bare ground
Yes, even with quail quails.

One of them said to him,
My lord,
Only gave me spill the beans.
And passion is not himself,
He went after me,
And behind him trouble with rumor tied.

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