Текст песни Сергей Данилов. Читает Ольга Боровская - Жёлтое платье

In a white woman - bride,
In black - a mournful widow.
Years fast i am fresh
In the gray robe spent.

Doves flew uneasily.
Between the service and stove
I carried my cross worthy
In unity with fate.

And in the closet the dress -
Yell like orange
Like the sun at sunset,
Turmeric and Mandarin.

Tried it rarely
I, the ruffles are torture.
Husband and coarse neighbor
It did not see me in it.

Provided, not fed,
Spit only in the closet.
Suit life dreamed
Il rushed in reality?

Flow and outdated
Potted for years.
Immediately saddened
And was beauty.

Burning dreams disappeared
Aspirations were carried away.
The house filled sorrow,
Age-related mucus diseases.

Sorry chiffon dresses,
On the shoulders darling plaid.
In the past, hot arms,
Radiant sultry color.