Текст песни Ирина Орищенко - Вышивка

Laid a white path
To my gate.
Well, I, stupid, have done?
She broke all the strings.
I embroidered a beautiful life
She sang a song, but
The blue thread broke -
Without him, the soul is dark.

You, friend, are bloody,
Do not hide evil in your heart -
I am a crimson thread
Following the blue one she broke.
I broke the hope - white,
Next - yellow - sadness.
I won't do anything with myself
Only I won't embroider life - it's a pity.
I put the hoop aside

Nothing to sew, oh, I feel sick.
Black color by a sullen raven
Has taken root on the canvas.
Into the flame with hidden pain
Embroidery though, wait!
Faith with a green thread
Shines over blackness for me.

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