С.Моэм - Бремя страстей - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

The day engaged dull, gray. The clouds hung low, the air was a student - the snow is about to fall. In the room where the child slept, the servant entered and spread the curtains. She was habit with a habit of the facade of the house on the contrary - plastered, with a portico - and went to the children's bed ...