Lyrics Л. Кучина - Бабий Век

Now the snow has fallen, everything is covered with snow,
White is white, white is white.
And in my soul, it's so hard
So hard, so hard
Glass of fortified wine
I drink to the bottom, I drink to the bottom
And until midnight by the window
I stand alone, I stand alone.

A woman's age, a short century
From the stove to the doorstep
So now that the snow has fallen,
That I'm a little drunk.
That woman's heart hurts
There is anxiety in my soul
That snow fell, that the woman's age
From the stove to the threshold.

The kitten washes its mouth with its paw,
After all, life goes on, because life goes on.