Текст песни Пугачева Алла - Беда

I carried my misfortune
On the spring ice,
The ice broke, the soul was broken.
I went under the water like a stone
And the trouble, though hard,
But she lingered behind the sharp edges,
But she lingered behind the sharp edges.

And the trouble is from that day
Looking for me in the world
Next to her are rumors with rumors.
And that I did not die
Knew the naked willow
And more quail with quails,
And also quail with quails.

Only who told him
My lord?
They just betrayed me, betrayed me, blabbed out.
And, from passion, he is not himself,
He went after me
And after him Trouble with Rumor tied,
And after him Trouble with Rumor linked up.

He overtook me, overtook me
I hugged it, raised it in my arms,
And behind him, Trouble in the saddle grinned:
After all, he could not stay,
He was here one day,
And the Trouble lingered forever,
And the Trouble lingered forever.