Текст песни Башня Rowan - Беда

Bed

The bad has time,
from the north frost blowing
and potatoes more expensive -
God, how to live difficult!
And Bella is yours as if it was not,
as if there were no belas -
Oh, trouble, honorable friend my friend!

All this is not even a story, and so -
Historical background for big shocks.

And it often happened much worse -
Yet somehow lived:
Here you grab, they throw it there -
Look, they are it and summer.
Today, however it is nowhere to peak -
The house is empty and unsightly.
Oh, trouble, Honorable friend my friend.

But if the Lord judged like that -
What to do, let's look for what we have.

Go for potatoes while
I will put the kettle on the fire.
Where did you have a mop?
Warning does not hurt.
Life continues, though
The meaning today in it is lost.
Oh, trouble, Honorable friend my friend.

I love you so long that I know -
Where would we go from God's Palm?