Орищенко Ирина - По сугробам, по зиме
текст песни

In the snowdrifts, in winter,
Walrenes under the arm.
I run away like in a dream
To his boy.
Know with whom he was or was not -
What self -interest to you?
If only he loved me
And then I don't know.

Barefoot, as if in May,
The wind squeezed tears.
Open the door soon -
The scabbits froze.
Here is a bad head -
No with your feet,
I will come running, I am barely alive
I will sit at the furnace.

There is no mother and there is no
What are you timid?
There was a blanket on the floor ...
Oh, you won’t regret it!
And then home again
I will rush ...
Something is hot to me with you
Give me water to get drunk ...

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