Текст песни Ваенга - 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,
Yes, she held on to the sharp edges.
Yes, she held on to the sharp edges.

Which of them told him -
My lord?
They just gave me away, blabbed me out,
And from passion he is not himself,
He followed me,
And the misfortune followed the rumor.
And the misfortune followed the rumor.

He overtook me, overtook me
He hugged, raised in his arms ...
Next to him in the saddle, trouble grinned.
But he could not stay -
It was only one day
And the trouble was delayed forever.
And the trouble was delayed forever.

Well 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,
Yes, she held on to the sharp edges.
Yes, she held on to the sharp edges.