Текст песни Бичевская Жанна - Старуха

The wind howls, furious blizzard,
Snow circle uplifts.
In the village widow-old woman
Walks, just steps.
Showered with snow,
Tired of the day,
Rove asks unfortunate,
He asks: "For Christ's sake!"

Rove, asking with tears
The people of the rich.
Her son, the breadwinner
Suggested as a soldier.
But the thought once:
"Here, son marry,
Rest in old age will
For the bride, a daughter. "

It does not come to pass. I went to the old woman
As the world with sumoyu,
As a stranger wandering corners
Bitter orphans.
In extracted penny -
Svechechku's son
God puts, and she somehow
Crying, Sirotina.

The wind howls, furious blizzard,
Snow circle uplifts.
In the village widow-old woman
Walks, just steps.
Showered with snow,
Tired of the day,
Rove, asking unfortunate,
He asks: "For Christ's sake!"