Текст песни Полина Бахаревская - Воротник малиновый

I lived my daughter
In the parent home
And now it all pushed me
I do not know why.
Then we can hollow, then cold
In very clear fog.
Flashed in golden
Scattered doloman.

Ah, your horse is gray in apples -
Hoof on the porch.
How gently eyes brave
Look in your face
And drink innocent
Poam drink ...
Ah, collar raspberry,
Ah, sew on the chest!

I lived, allen flowery,
Now I do not know sleep -
Before the light in a close bedroom
Lampad lit.
You ladder long
How fathers come, come.
Ah, collar raspberry,
Oh, wounds on the chest!

Squeezing a little cross
In the flaming handstone -
Farewell, father and mamma,
My narrowed, sorry!
Today I will leave you
On the bitter life ...
Ah, collar raspberry,
Ah, sew on the chest!