Петлюра Виктор - Белые туфельки - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Outside, the rain falls—boulevard slush and gloom—sweeping like prickly needles straight into the soul. And a pale girl in little white shoes, wandering as if mad, wades through the puddles. And a pale girl in little white shoes, wandering as if mad, wades through the puddles. These white shoes were bought for her—a reward for tender caresses—by a wealthy merchant. And, a tender little thing with slender legs, she whirled in a waltz across the ballroom, just the two of them. And, a tender little thing with slender legs, she whirled in a waltz across the ballroom, just the two of them. You fell in love with him—that heartless man—yet he had never, in all his life, loved anyone. You gave yourself to him with childlike trust, but a month later, he had already forgotten you. You gave yourself to him with childlike trust, but a month later, he had already forgotten you. At night, the street is damp and cold; you have drained the cup of life to the very dregs. They called an ambulance with an elderly doctor, but you could no longer return to life. They called an ambulance with an elderly doctor, but you could no longer return to life. Outside, the rain falls—boulevard slush and gloom—sweeping like prickly needles straight into the soul. And the pale girl in little white shoes will never come here again. And the pale girl in little white shoes will never come here again.