Текст песни Виктор Петлюра - Лето и зима, друга предала

Wincing from a gust of wind
You go with bowed head,
And clutching tightly cigarette
Thinly chilled hand.
Snow falls on your eyelashes,
Mascara for soft schёchke flowed,
But can not forget -
As first guy to give.

Chorus:
Yes, you are waiting for him,
Summer and winter,
Everything is long gone,
Yes, how could you,
Betrayed love
His friend.

It was a house with a friend,
The party was nice,
And bowed his head in his hands,
Silently you sat at the window.
Suddenly a stranger guy
Something you whispered,
And your purple lipstick
Drunken lips he took off.

Chorus.

Early morning walk out the door,
Stop the first taxi.
Through the deserted streets of the capital
How long will you carry it.

Chorus.