Текст песни Анастасия Приходько - Три зимы

The road was covered with snow, not a soul beyond the river,
No strength from sweet bliss, dear, dear, hurry ...
Where to find past happiness? Tell me ...
My hope will burn out like a candle in the morning ...
Hug me as before, soothe my sorrow.
My heart freezes at night ...

For three winters I believed ...
Waiting for a miracle of light ...
I picked three flowers
Only did not weave it into a braid ...

Snow covered the road, not to see anyone's tracks,
And with me in the dark sky is only a young month ...
In the dark sky, only a month is young ...

For three winters I believed ...
Waiting for a miracle of light ...
I picked three flowers
Only did not weave it into a braid ...