Текст песни гениальная - Я несла свою беду

I bore his misfortune
                by the spring on the ice -
 Bummer ice - tattered soul -
 Stone under the water went -
                 and trouble - though hard,
 And for the sharp edges of the detainees.

 And that's the trouble with that day
                looking for light me -
 Rumors - along with it - with rumors.
 And I'm not dead -
                knew naked willow
 And yet - with quail quails.

 Who of them said to him,
                my lord -
 Only - gave me spill the beans -
 And passion is not himself,
                 he went after me,
 But with him - trouble with rumors linked.

 He caught up with me, caught up -
                embraced in his arms raised -
 Beside him in the saddle trouble grins.
 But he could not stay -
                There was only one day -
 A trouble - be forever barred detained ...

 1971