There is always a woman's hand ,
That it is cool and easy,
Sparing and a little love ,
As a brother , you rest .
There will always be women's shoulders ,
To him you breathed hotly ,
Leaning to his dissolute head
He entrusted his dream rebellious .
There will always be women's eyes ,
That they , all the pain your backwoods
And if not the whole , part of it ,
See your suffering .
But there is a woman's hand ,
Which is particularly sweet ,
When she tormented forehead
As for how to eternity and destiny.
But there is a woman's shoulder ,
That no one knows what
Not overnight , but ever given to you ,
And you knew it a long time ago .
But there are women's eyes ,
Who always look sad,
And it's up to the last of your days
The eyes of love and your conscience .
And you yourself live , contrary ,
And not only that you hand
Togo shoulder and those sad eyes ...
You delivered them into the life so many times !
And here it is - retribution - comes.
& quot; Traitor ! & quot; - rain you hit a backhand .
& quot; Traitor ! & quot; - branches whipped across the face.
& quot; Traitor ! & quot; - echo is heard in the woods.
You mecheshsya you muchishsya , sad .
Thyself all this is not easy.
And only the transparent sleeve
Forgive , although resentment and hard,
And just tired shoulder
Simply now , and just another ,
And only those sad eyes
Forgive everything that can not be forgiven ...
