Текст песни Даша Столбова - Баллада

He said to her: "I won't be back," she answers: "I will wait"
And stretched the amulet from the troubles, evil spirits and adversity
Dust pulled out from under the hooves and spilled the river sadness
She said: "... I will wait," he answers her: "I won't be back"

Burned fireplace, flying days
He glory postal pigeons
She raised her sons and the old jester played with children
But loneliness is a secret print on faces
He said to her: "I won't be back," she answers: "I will wait"

He did not come, as commanded, the custom of longtime in that land
And here's sons in the saddle - this is your old senior
And dying the old jester stuck her: "Why suffer?"
She said: "Even there, in heaven - I will wait!"