Текст песни Александр Домогаров - Романс Шуленина

Someday when it snows
Willows and maple will dance in the snow
And my son will ask me: "Is the house not holy to you?"
And I can't answer him.

But there is no son ... and there is no maple or willow.
But only heat, yes over the edge
And the yellow air is burning, and the evil light is stubbornly hazy -
The mediocre south, damned yellow paradise!

Someday when a blizzard knocks on the glass
And on the teeth the frost crunches like a lump,
I will go out into the steppe at night, and in that steppe it is white,
I will go out into the steppe and choke on the blizzard.