Lyrics Александр Розенбаум - Бабья Доля

At the table as if at a table,
In a family heat:
Where is the family - is there a house,
There's a homeland ...
The woman's share in Russia -
As a child, to wear oneself
Sincere melody.
The woman's share in Russia -
As a child, to wear oneself
Sincere melody.

The song is pouring, not in a hurry
From under the mother's soul
The stream is small,
But from time immemorial,
Spilling along the way,
The motive turns
Into the river is rapid and fast.

    Do not cry ... Forget ...
    Do not take offense at fate.
    She, destiny, such,
    What with it now you will take?
    Do not cry ... Forget ...
    You'll warm up someday.
    On every snow there is rain.

Where there are tears, there is laughter,
Rain always replaces snow,
And the decanter - he is the only one at all
With wine.
The woman's share in Russia -
Always ask the Lord
About his only dream.

    Do not cry ... Forget ...
    Do not take offense at fate.
    She, destiny, such,
    What with it now you will take?
    Do not cry ... Forget ...
    You'll warm up someday.
    On every snow there is rain.

At the table as if at a table,
Slowly it dawned.
It was all the blame
Parting.
The woman's share in Russia -
Before sunset to vote,
Parting with dawn early.

    Do not cry ... Forget ...
    Do not take offense at fate.
    She, destiny, such,
    What with it now you will take?
    Do not cry ... Forget ...
    You'll warm up someday.
    On every snow there is rain.