Текст песни Анастасия Козлова - Это ж надо так - синоптик не ошибся...

Well it is necessary so - the weather forecaster was not mistaken,
And the first snow fell in truth
I walk you with a sad smile
I'm seeing you, love.

And not in jest, it's not the first of April,
But even a warm blanket does not warm.
You will leave without believing in anything
You leave a trace in my soul.

Coldly. Shaking hands
I get a phone from my pocket.
What, say, froze between us
Why did the heart groan?

The memory goes out with the passing summer,
Autumn dies in his arms.
You seemed like a good person to me
But you are in deeds, not in words.

Snow. All skidded the road
On which was walking barely breathing.
You pray even to the Demon, even to God
But farther from you is my soul.
10/01/2015