Текст песни Александр Панаётов - Снег

I guess you won’t ask
What's the trouble, probably this cold
Forever and ever
Again a blind weekday past us

And this city is like a telephone
Calls non-stop, through my sleep
What happens at this hour

The sky is covered with white powder
Snow on the continents, islands
For compliments and words
About arguments and theories

Snow fell on the capital
And forever, we will dream
This snow
The most mysterious stories

And outside the window of the car and the house
Reporting hell, our romance
Naive for the finale, clouds
Every good tale
There is a plot, and you wonder whether it will be or not
I'm also interested, but for now

The sky is covered with white powder
Snow on the continents, islands
For compliments and words
About arguments and theories

Snow fell on the capital
And forever, we will dream
This snow
The most mysterious stories

Snow on the continents, islands
For compliments and words
He lay down on the capital and forever
We will dream

This snow on the continents, islands
For compliments and words
About arguments and theories

Snow fell on the capital
And forever, we will dream
This snow
The most mysterious stories