Светлана Сурганова и Оркестр - Горе по небу
текст песни

Woe in the sky

Woe walks along the sky,
Woe floats in the sky -
not in autumn words
He calls a black bird.
I came to you, my dear
I came to you to say:
"Not separation, not nettles
I will decorate your light. "
I am also executed for loyalty.
I hear the bell ringing.
My joy, your Grace,
You will accept my bow.
There is no limit to expected
There is no end to the women's everyday life.
So we walk along the planet
You are alone and I am alone.

09/04/1991