Текст песни Александр Заславский - Пурга Петербурга

It is time for us to throw flowers from the sky
At this time, we are all called to those
Wind oars to anger, loses horseshoe
We are a hindrance to the wall this time.

What happened such that all understand
No comments, except for the songs
Draka - ashore on the coast, earth and heaven
This town and this is interesting.

Snowstorm. Petersburg.

Like love lifts you up themselves
As the matter came out of the crumbs
As water from the sky pulling its wires
And back to the fire horse.

So we suffer and wait for sunset to sleep
Opening the palm thorn
So we sleep in the old window, savoring the wind
All we remember and believe frost.

Snowstorm. Petersburg.

Snow will build itself and wonders wave
What can I ask the voice - a dash
Echo string of white sawdust fill
Dahl paint now in BW.

You walk in May caressing granite barefoot
From evenings scattering dew eyelashes
Beauty is always giving her knees
A snowflake grows from lilacs.

Snowstorm. Petersburg.