I carried my Trouble along the spring ice.
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The ice broke - the soul broke off,
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She went under the water like a stone, and the trouble, though heavy, -
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And she lingered over the sharp edges.
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And she lingered over the sharp edges.
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And the Trouble has been searching the world for me since that day.
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Rumors go along with her with Krivotolki.
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And that I did not die, the naked willow knew
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And also quail with quails.
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And also quail with quails.
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Which one of them said to him, my lord,
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They just gave me away, they blabbed.
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And from passion he is not his own, he went after me,
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Well, and for him - Trouble and Rumor got along.
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Well, and for him - Trouble and Rumor got along.
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He overtook me, caught up, hugged me, lifted me up in his arms,
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Next to him in the saddle, Trouble was grinning...
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But he could not stay - there was only one day,
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And the Trouble lingered forever.
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And the Trouble lingered forever. |