Текст песни Александр Левин - Зимняя элегия

He wrapped the winter, with a sharp squeal of entering into a turn
and a drift from the following suddenly the frozen roads.
To get the shovel, row of garage doors -
this soft-free-flowing water, throw a little.

The carrier with the paddle, oars through the city at random,
everything is sending blades that night spread ground blizzard.
But it does not keep up, for its dimensional fire,
it flickers away as the passing another soul.

And it does not Charon, and the boy flying in a sleigh,
for the monstrous "Hammer" this winter galloping,
all rather farther from the city in bright lights,
and sisters from the left carelessly forgotten.

But in the heart of the fragment, or a contact lens in the eye -
just zhmёsh pedal for the winter leaving nesёshsya,
and then you take the wheel, but at full throttle,
if the books do not lie, finally, more obernёshsya.

February-March 2007