Текст песни Евгения Смольянинова - Это горе , не беда ..

At the end of the earth
The forest is dense, dense.
This is grief, it doesn't matter

In that deep forest
There is a golden tower.
This is grief, it doesn't matter.

And in that chamber
The cold key is running.
This is grief, it doesn't matter.

In the mansion by the window
The red girl is sitting.
This is grief, it doesn't matter.

Under the window by the key
The good young man sleeps.
This is grief, it doesn't matter.

He walked for so long
I was looking for my own happiness.
This is grief, it doesn't matter.

To the icy spring
I dropped my head.
This is grief, it doesn't matter.

In that cold vein
Bitter water.
This is grief, it doesn't matter.

The girl is sitting in the window
Burning tears are pouring.
This is grief, it doesn't matter.

Good fellow to her
Will never come.
This is grief, it doesn't matter.

A century at the window
Shed tears for you.
This is grief, it doesn't matter.

Century in a frosty vein
Well done to drink water.
This is grief, it doesn't matter.