Текст песни НТ Маргаритки - Бедный Том

Poor Tom, tattered heart,
By the fire does not warm hands it.
His path along the north wind,
All forward seeks Poor Tom.

And his soul, that gray stone,
Drown the memory of a long sleep.
He walks along the cliffs looking for a girlfriend,
With so dearly loves Poor Tom.

Poor Tom, do you see in front of him
Resounding blows black waves.
And above them look girlish Brown,
The view that always remembers Poor Tom.

And why you went furthest in the campaign,
Seen a lot of terrible wars.
To whom your love has left,
And now it's too late Poor Tom.

The enemy attacked to bypass the ancient city
And he burned the house of every house,
And your bride evil people
He took with him Poor Tom.

Poor Tom, tattered heart,
By the fire does not warm hands it.
His path along the north wind,
All forward seeks Poor Tom.