Текст песни Орищенко Ирина - По сугробам, по зиме

In the snowdrifts, in the winter,
Felt boots under the arm.
Running away like in a dream
To your boy.
To know with whom he was or was not -
What self-interest do you have?
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 scissors froze.
Here is a bad head -
I’m not relaxing with my legs
Come running, barely alive
I’ll sit down by the stove.

There is no mother and no five,
Why are you shy?
There was a blanket on the floor ...
  Oh, you will not regret it!
And then home again
I'll rush ...
Something is hot to me with you
Let the water get drunk ...

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