Текст песни Александр Журавский - Самотлорский Вальс

Over the earth Self-Snowfall,
Letters of your snowflakes fly to me.
You write: "Is it not tired of the blizzard?"
And I will warm up an excess line.

Fog over the city
And above Taiga.
Fog over a light river.
My address, sweet, - samotlor,
Crystal shine lakes,
Snow space.

Hundred rainbows, taks sky
You will call you in this edge to you.
Come, I can give you
Swimbroke and this conifer taiga.