Текст песни Недельская - 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
But for the sharp edges of the detainees.
And the trouble with the day
Seeking light on me,
Rumors with her gossip .
And I was 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 behind him trouble with rumor linked .
He caught me caught up ,
Hug , arms raised ,
Beside him in the saddle trouble grins .
After all, he could not stay ,
There was only one day,
And the trouble is forever barred detained