Текст песни Наталья Дудкина - Слёзы женские

Women's tears are familiar
They are small.
Do not catch me with political -
With wet raw handker.
To anything, and indeed, slush,
If time is the best doctor.
You then asked not to cry,
But now I do not cry.

Getting used to be with you
Light, spice,
The heart cracks fails,
The pulse is calm on hand.
Because the wind from the south,
Memory is a century, and happiness - a moment,
Majet trail your girlfriend
In the midst of my traces.

And although at this time
In the heart of snowy hills,
Shroves soon, soon
There will be winter wires,
The sun gets like a silly,
The ice floes will stand on sill
And I must pay me
Angel, Dead of Fate.