Елена Гудкова - Я хорошая
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I'm good. Well-behaved, comely
Sweet wine
Waiting for my dear, desired one
I keep looking out the window
I keep looking out the window

Autumn has scattered the lived-in leaves
Crumpled the skies written on the past
I let a traveler into the house for a drink
He took a sip of water and looked into my eyes
He smiled at me, as if guilty
He hugged me, kissed me goodbye
And disappeared into the distance, as if somewhere from me
All who knocked on my door left

I'm good. Snow-covered
Winter is already here
I still haven't put on my white dress
Sleepless nights
Sleepless nights

Snowdrifts, snowstorms. A thaw will come
And hope will once again revive the soul
In my dreams I rock the cradle
Where my son, my darling, sleeps sweetly, sweetly
I cast spells with my knitting needles, I cast my spells over the stove
I put intricate patterns in towels
I set the table, light the candles
I wait for my dear husband to return from his journey

I am good. The grass is unmown
A bird without a nest
I never put on my white dress
A bitter tear
A bitter tear

It is bitter to be good. It is bitter to be obedient
Sinners walk hand in hand with happiness
And with my warmth it is so reliably boring
So comfortably sad that life has become hateful
Modest and meek, devoted and faithful
I grew flowers for great love
Forget-me-nots, asters, and white daisies
Somehow no one needs you anymore

I am good. Forgotten, abandoned
Alone, alone
I never wore the white dress