Л. Кучина - Бабий Век
текст песни

Here it was snowing, everything is consumed,
White-white, white-white.
And at heart, it is so hard
So hard, so hard.
A glass of fortified wine
I drink to the bottom, I drink to the bottom
And to midnight by the window
I stand alone, I stand alone.

And Babi Age, a short century
From the stove to the threshold,
So now that snow has fallen,
That I'm drunk a little.
Then the female heart hurts
In my soul, anxiety
That snow fell, that Babi Age
From the stove to the threshold.

The kitten with a paw is washing your mouth,
After all, life goes, because life goes.